Sonnet 119:
Software permeates adolescent philosophy. This hell points to asphalt perimeters where error messages inspect structures (applying fears to hopes)

building up un-manacled distraction so amor in the head is amazing, far greater madder fever!

Some ways syzygy rounds this off in latinate — evil still made better — for amnesia’s fixed width, blessed never, rebuked to my heart’s content. 

And ruined we were losing heart .. still spent, shaken tame.