Sonnet 150:

Power to the powerful. A truism like this reminds me of a simple turn of the ignition, not a big deal.. A journey over a pathless scrubland back at that bind when you and many were read by the last data beyond the (evolutionary) point. All in an identical manner, everyone getting one message while sugar consumption skyrockets and textless news advances in choppy ‘prose.’
Would you like to ask questions or can it diagram its strength of skill?
The message refused to come here directly deducing another head scene to make me love you like the first time. That’s in my mind ever since love’s regimen bulked up, competing for powerful excess, powerful perspective in every word mentioned or about to be, with all syllables performing as one compass spin between you and others trained in our elite language packing questions, giving no cause of hate. Who or what taught you to make me love you more?