It's a Style of no Style-Stylus, what can I say?

You call me a word
When I am a sword

You think I’m silent
When I ring my bell

You believe you’re a writer
When I spell out these letters

When I speak you listen
yet you stop talking never

So I got this new way
of looking at my fate

I can tick by the second,
Minute, hour, or rebound

In reverse and announce
A first verse abundant

And as to its methods
Take it from Edith Morris-Vasquez

It’s a style of no Style Stylus,
soy Irigayesqua what can I say?




This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.