55: A period sonnet doubts softness but addresses enmity where we are with this.
Not marble nor rhyme will do. Our fun workout once was of a soul, a tone cucumber if I were a sluttish colorist.
So why am I dwelling on posterity like a warrior groom
who’s decided to blab about all the wealth coming.

The prospect before was unswept stone. It’s inconsonant. I..

The so-called lode is a fabulous glossary. Interesting definitions for outliving velocity (rapidities). Why is posterity at rest?