
ANOTHER SONNET ON THE BIRTH OF VENUS
Shellfish hadn't transported her in this poise:
She herself emergent from ABYSS//--set pause
To freeze-frame each florescent timespace in laws
Of strict Perspective, guiding Her counterpoise
By laws of Nature? Supreme, devoid of noise,
Only silent humid winds can close the clause
While all begotten clausules make mute applause
For VENUS born fullgrown in perfect equipoise.
High-flown and always picture-perfect form\
Tho' planting passions to duplicate life's speed/
Was not so picture perfect towards our norm:
Unsettled in an androgynous need\
That stoked fires of desire for making warm/
The future hope of every nascent SEED...
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About the Creator
Rob Angeli
sunt lacrimae rerum et mentem mortalia tangunt
There are tears of things, and mortal objects touch the mind.
-Virgil Aeneid I.462
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