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Will, Behold! (A Sonnet-Like Object)

March 13, 2011



Therefore by trespass sort nor heart,

when adulterate mine paid for seconds

or darkening one treads birds in my

white grace to show a death,


the tables those youths think gone

make my clear poor figure full.

Creep, resty clouds must forget where

death, once thy directed summon, eye


and eyelids a mad blushing love flown.

Make love.  Wanting bends with this.   Days

which could thine mistress, will behold divided

of this undivided, tears a sweet


abundance.  Flowers stay hits as thine breast,

not beauty, dare the elder soul privilege.





Composed using eddeaddad’s classnphone:  each line uses a different phonetic arrangement.

End-user re-arranged the lines and found arguments for some added punctuation.

2 Comments leave one →
  1. March 18, 2011 3:48 pm

    Holy cow, I just noticed you used ePoGeeS for this. Hope you had fun!

  2. Eric Elshtain permalink
    March 19, 2011 11:27 pm

    I love the thing; I think it’s the sound-board like phonemic mixing controls that really push it over the top.

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