a Sonnet is an invincible artifact. Sappho’s line endured by our Calo. C/S

Dear Sonnet, why was it always your Form

I sought without seeking? It’s such a Hold-

Over so why use It you ask? None other

do I have within reach, and this one controls

my mind, my thinking, my rhyme, my being:

it is all of the Mass of an Atom, it's Oxygen

Ozone and Nitrous, a Carbon Family.  YesseY

We are at a midway point a Window

or a Mirror.  Far too long has there Been

the Sound and Reason mantra and the Drawl
of Hate it Expounds by Self-Mimicry.

We know our way around Staunch Semantics.

The Sonnet's an invincible Art/Fact:

Sappho endures in Calo, C/S.