Sonnet 61:
Simple enough picking up a pen . . . land and the lives on it have data functions, similarly I see you

I watch your synthetic appropriation by composition, the vigil and force applied putting an open image of youth

into a piece, since the watchman does not come by himself, regardless of beauty — the river bank plied by far off

metaphors and substitutions of the time — more informal, so near home it’s taking dictation, thinking after my love of your love of me.