What a way to finish waltzing April, eh? Haha on me.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMCXXVIII)
How moonlight streams in to lave all from thence
In pure, resplendent silver like t'avail!
But I'm too sleepy, noting that detail
To roll words 'cross my tongue in sheer defense,
Yet drugged beyond e'en inking aught for sense,
O! rouse me fin'lly to put down that pale
First line and half, to sink 'gain in betrayl
Below that velvet whisper for intents.
"I'll finish it, erm, later..." mumbled fer
None (in my noggin), look! tis gone unto
The heights and washes all now as it were?
Nay. Clouds like insect wings which flash a cue
Of silver mask thet eye, left peering, poor
In hampered fashion, on the rooftops' view.
30Apr18b
Dunno which factors combined to put me down securely drugged with sleep ere the rest of the house, but...there you have it. Oh, and haha on sense, but as if in retaliation, I crazily made certain to be up past midnight the succeeding two nights, kick me.
