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Sonnets I look at figments, fragments, shards of thought,
and hope for something bright within to find;
in all these varied rhythms I find naught
to settle wav'ring states and set my mind.
Not long together, still some feeling stirs
within I don't know what and gives me pause;
with glances, whoas, and awws perception blurs
equations indecipherable to laws.
Tomorrow may not bring an answer yet,
or even still another, but I'll try;
I'll keep my hopes where they might still be met
and always be quite careful where I sigh.
Within this world of works in happenstance
I'll find a partner only with frail chance.
