a poem for today, 13 September 2012

a poem for today, 13 September 2012
[a syllable sorted sonnet of nine sentences and its image]
It’s divine to be enchanted, when your dreams are slanted, through a lovers' eyes.
Most objects have a set of natural orientations or preferred views.
Intense thoughts tend to re-affirm themselves, when you allow them to fill your mind.
If they could become conscious of their own strength, there would be no need to conspire.
It's not going to happen.
From the darkness you must fall.
A newly purchased Furby starts out speaking entirely Furbish, the unique language that all Furbies use, but is programmed to start using English words and phrases in place of Furbish over time.
The hard work is behind you.
We're not holding anything.

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