Sonnettics

As if we choose the meaning of the song

We let the lyrics wash upon our shore

Declare ourselves the right to right the wrong

Harmoniously humming evermore

And though we know the words we choose to sing

We find we lose some meaning in the beat

The circle of the beat’s a rhythmic thing

And where we linger, lingering’s complete

The sound we hear compels us now to be

To be the sound complacent we can hear

And so we listen to complacency

And wonder why our silence sounds like fear

The fear of little songs that sing our tale

And in such fear we find what we’d regale.

The words of Blake are still alive and well

Imagination’s metaphors are here

To rescue such ideas from our Hell

We must Create before they disappear

Within the mind of men, the mind of God

We see the life of stories we would tell

Creation’s realm: a place we find unflawed

A simple place where simple truth will dwell 

Simplicity, like growth through birth or death

Is never simple, like the words of Blake

Imagination’s words are living breath

We live and breathe with everything we make

The Mental Fight unfolds as we Create

A life within Imagination’s state.