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Sonnets Give forth your inch, and gaze upon the ell
you give yourself - imagined recompense
exchanged in darkened currency (don't tell)
which soon will tender into an offense -
soon all will fade, engendered in the dark,
uncertain world where ells have weight
much more than other lengths, so stark
in difference they are weighed in fate.
These ells of ours have substance in our minds -
in mine and yours, though hardly both the same -
and in the striving, tendering, and finds
mistaken values soon supplant true names.
For in an instant's reckoning there lies
the moment passion comes to life and dies.
