composed to put a Plug in the Globo
of Humanity, filled with essential
breaths that say, "I'm not Alive for a Day
a Day that comes and Goes like Sonnets
without Rhyme. No! No! I am an Author
even if Rushed, I will not be Silenced."
Within each Person sleeps an Eternal
poet--a Double of Verse. Awakened
under Stress of Pain and Indecision.
With Rights rescinded, the Sonneteer
yet has an Answer that begins in Words
and Ends in them, Renewed as if Never
before it were Muzzled. Speak now Sonnet!