Apr 3, 2019
1 min read
In Corporate Light
A Year of Sonnets — 073/365
These vivid dreams will not sustain your bones
beyond the soft electric of your mind.
Though they may be the capital you own
they disappear at dawn: you’re in a bind.
Imagination’s never quite enough
to pay away your debt — the world will take
your grist and marrow, leave your body…
