Yearlong Sonnet--Iteration 48

They prevent all tonal sadness & unstart the
Last leaf opening of flowers. These suppressions
Gush out like cheap oceans in detention, my
Unhappinesss in superior part is in compliance
Placid and the orderly. The roiling iota
Hews to its own law, and it burns. The remaining
Portion the "feelings" hang long with white mass.
Not even the installations last. Coverings
A dust rest on the entire thing. Why should guilt
From before kill the joy that was and could
Still be? It has something to do with
Channels cut in before, perhaps even by joy.
These lead inexorably to the that other ocean
The one I am scheduled to drown in again soon.

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