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SONNET, (May it be good;

I know it ain’t Shakespeare)



A Beauty in Things exists in my contemplative mind.

But Custom is the great Guide of this Human Life;

so, if what I deem lovely in Things I may find

seems unconventional, it’s as scorned as a fourth wife!



Love! The soul of Genius.(a) No Genius is without its madness.(b)

Love?! MY soul has sought to be NOTHING but!!

So what I love is always bound in a thread of sadness;

My heart’s tastes seldom worldly standards meet.



Old Poets play the largest part in my Alchemy with Word.

The next largest part is filled with & by old-loves & -hearts.

Old Hopes are in here, too, forgetting Hopes is too hard,

but not trying to forget, well, that's when the delusion starts!



What is it for?, this treasure-chest of memories?

What is the point?,  this idiot's-quest 'mid reveries?



(a) ”Love is the soul of Genius”: Mozart.

(b) ”No Genius is without its madness”: Seneca.