Revised sonnet #1553
A consciousness I sense is set upon
Each optic nerve Id make a mortal match
Of blindspots forking sun a path and patch
At baked in blindness light is lightly shone
A wizards cone and robes I dared to don
X y and z appeared the smallest batch
Of letter cubes in luck I could unlatch
I dived in dictionaries good as gone
I wondered wayward why was y a y?
I wouldnt budge unhinged off whole and hole
The disc and circle ws quiet role
I fathomed star and hole in naked eye
A wizard starts a spell at easy bits
And quizzical on heaven later hits
Chorus bits fragments parts