a poem for today

a poem for today, 6 January 2012
[a letter sorted sonnet in six sentences with its image]
There is a drive for transcendence that is implicit in even the most sensual of desires. 
I was going down a path that I'd never dreamed of taking, but there I was, forging my way. 
Struggling against the tide of disappointment, we continue to search for a sweet one. 
He stood up when the speaker gave anyone the out and suddenly half the room quit as well. 
Now if she could only drop forty-eight pounds and stop watching Judge Joe Brown all the time.

The singularity of aesthetic self-enjoyment can never be dragged out, into the light.

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