Sonnet Y

  Purgatory

  Dough the tides of lane

  Sea lied on the beezle crane

  Oh, unreturned loved

  A season twitted onto a calve

  The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings.

  Watered thy wings

  How purgatory limb on the kings?

  Will I’ll be in City of Clean?

  What if, love still unreturned

  Let’s love again!

  But eyed blinded on the glenned

  Dreaming of loving not hating

  To pour thy roots of uncleaned