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

I watch your synthetic appropriation by composition, the vigil and force applied putting your youth

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

metaphors and substitutions most of the time — less formal, so near home it’s taking dictation, thinking after your love of my love of you