Sonnet II
Lurking behind blindfolds he wore the gods
He absconds with a gift of aureate tongues.
The heavenlies unanimously gave nods
And sent strong dogs of winds out of their lungs,
Gestapo polizie sniffing the ways,
To quench the stolen yolk in the split pod,
A titan’s hand bearing a brassy clod
To incinerate the darkness of days.
The ired government beyond gravity
Tried to reconcile the giant in penance,
Having with a daughter of humanity
Fallen in love against all repentance.
An unearthly bloom, an ethereal token
Against whishes of gods has been stolen.
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