Sonnet
Younger poets in particular institutionalize their milky
tremors, seeking (all of them) to narrow their tessaturas.
“Not finally arrived,” she murmured, cryptically. Profound
emulations, notwithstanding. Divine fecculations give
rise to more generous impulsivenesses, weeks—indeed,
it sometimes seems like months—after neighborhood
progressives launch campaigns against procedures too in-
vasive for words. Even ghost tantrums leave some
room for wiggle. He, only a marginally better person,
as Alice naughtily suggested, her rumored invasion can-
celled or, at least, postponed for some indefinite period
of time, wrote cheerfully satirical sagas of spiritual
formications—syn- and antonyms joyously bounding
together along paths less taken, in deepest thicket.
HJ
Halvard Johnson
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