fall into pools of swirling merriment
shirk substitutes that others recommend
firm in the knowledge of purest joy
your visage clear in mind, no mental toy
stab with wanton thrusts this warm caress
reveal dream's scorn amid phobic duress
with fiery brand your chariot swift - protect
lunar spheres in shaded ponds - thoughts collect
tinge red this broken tune - unbroken still
wave its braided locks on crested hill
press in, unhearing ears to hear each cry
reveries opalesce, no longer dry
bend to reason, sturdy oak, envision
extract your roots - find fresh irrigation
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Thanks JC
I too am not sure about this sonnet. It has its own qualities and rhythm. But the treasure is to the persevering.