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rima fragmenta, Fragments of a Rift: Fifty Sonnets for Kevin - 20. you think I could forget
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Sonnet No. 39
In his stately pleasure dome, Coleridge said,
Kublai Khan lacked for nothing – even boys –
To distract the keen omnipresent dread
That everything he must love, he destroys.
So in our drifting puffs, a cloud is there
To obscure the ground upon which we walk,
Grasping with blind hands for what we most care,
When all the words have turned to merely talk.
But, my mind, the big tent of our pleasure,
Floats above intermittent THC
To elevate our seeking together
For the deathless bonds of fraternity.
Like a poet’s high, all I need’s belief
For cares and concerns to poof in relief.
Sonnet No. 40
It’s hard to tell if anything was good
When viewed through the curtain of my tears,
Wondering if this therapy ever could
Negate the hurt of these past several years.
Do you think I could forget that last glimpse
Of you come back to my door to accuse? –
No, for to do so would make us both wimps,
And in the balance, it’s Love who would lose.
So, even though your eyes were brimmed with scorn,
I’ll now remember it by forgetting
How you left me cold that bright sunny morn
To contemplate my penance of accepting.
For ridicule deserves none of the same
If it reduces feelings to a game.
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