a study toward sonnet #1,511 by FisherKingKQJ
As you've grown older you've turned out a sage,
The people whom you've learnt from languish dead,
Their passions hark on but in your aged head,
You've tired of futile fights, so disengage.
Extremes of feeling, fellowship in rage
Descend mad tropes, in younger types are read,
Their polar opposite lust, plus some dread,
Yes, these too whirl round wisdom cage by cage.
There's wholly holy peace at core of things,
Safe exit gates from each dying universe,
Our cravings moult, hire-purchase-like disperse
Our deaths through multiverse, as dings and stings.
To passions, highs and muds and lows, you're pie,
Though you love piecemeal rather, reason why.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 pie
o $10,000,000 circle
o $10,000,000 halo
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