Shift the glare of sentient dishonor,
lance fast the brevity of rhythmic write,
fall into passion’s liquefied delight,
explode the myth of versified misnomer.
Shape true the tactfulness of worded pith,
reveal the gravity of language spent,
true sonnet flexes mind’s bedevilment,
avow, abide, prevail, in Master’s width!
Search not for innocence of fool aflame,
mind-blind with discomposure’s birthing rays,
old days are waned with shadowed final game.
Seek ever blaze intelligence portrays,
less fear illusions, lit by centered shame,
ignite the fright; torch ignorance away.

Erin Moen
9/25/03
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