Sonnet 155
Location
93536
United States
34° 43' 8.7276" N, 118° 15' 9.5832" W
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Upon a bleak and windswept street I stood,
a blissful sprite among the charmless homes.
With fondness I beheld their greying wood,
for I had just emerged from catacombs.
Six million skulls did to my ear declare
that I would never know their names or tales
and never again would be theirs to wear
a body of flesh that enjoys and ails.
Transformed I found the familiar scene;
and worthy of joy, the wind on my face,
for flesh and sinew, the human machine,
entwined my bones in its precious embrace.
Sick, tired, or hungry, still I can thrive:
It's a beautiful gift to be alive!
This poem is about:
Me
Our world
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