the new rule....
(sonnet #nottelling)
Three hours past midnight dawn is far off, hale
Black night sans promise of the day from hence,
Whilst buried deep indoors leaves no note thence
Of what the morning was, where that detail
Called "afternoon" reveals at length t'avail
A sunny early ev'ning for intents,
The burger dinner I'd planned weeks ere whence,
And yielding odours nigh to ravish, bail.
Is't cuz I am too tired? Lament as poor,
That freighted dream of burgers I'd sought, true
To form with grandeur in each note as twere,
Yet better in the vision than we two
Enjoy, I swear. Watch golden shafts in tour
Yield up to night, as LORD, we wait for You.
02May26a
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 1:59 PM UTC
the new rule....
(sonnet #nottelling)
Three hours past midnight dawn is far off, hale
Black night sans promise of the day from hence,
Whilst buried deep indoors leaves no note thence
Of what the morning was, where that detail
Called "afternoon" reveals at length t'avail
A sunny early ev'ning for intents,
The burger dinner I'd planned weeks ere whence,
And yielding odours nigh to ravish, bail.
Is't cuz I am too tired? Lament as poor,
That freighted dream of burgers I'd sought, true
To form with grandeur in each note as twere,
Yet better in the vision than we two
Enjoy, I swear. Watch golden shafts in tour
Yield up to night, as LORD, we wait for You.
02May26a
I have a lot to learn.
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