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Tuesday, October 4, 2011

REGRESSIVE SONNET




Your old catastrophes queued to recur,
And vital fire contracted to a hole,
Can you go back in dreams to what you were
And try anew the unenacted role?

Dead pleasures fading to a wasted blur,
Desire perversely lives, a glowing coal
That stale regret but pricks you on to stir,
Revision of the past your only goal.

So little left could hardly come to less:
The clinging succubus that made you prey,
And yet possesses you, makes you regress;

The sleepless demon that forced you to say
“Yes” when you meant “No,” “No” when you meant “Yes,”
Still makes a day of night, a night of day.




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