Sonnet XLIV

Sonnet IX: The memory of laughter

The anamnesis of a fleeting, happy dream,

A recollection that has lost its truth;

Offers a final, spectral, fading gleam,

Of a final, lost, and empty cosmic youth.

The periphrasis of a final, happy word,

An indirect and empty, broken phrase;

Is heard within the cosmic, silent bird,

That falls upon the vacant, silent ground.

The hypogram of a final, joyful text,

A sub-text of non-meaning, and of non-truth;

Offers a final, vacant, cold, and silent hex,

Upon the final, vacant, and the dead youth.

The memory of laughter, a final pain,

Repeats itself in silence, and in vain.

Sonnet X: The final, empty space

The lacuna of the final, empty gaze,

Looks into the hollow of the final night;

A numbing, silent, and a petrified daze,

With no last memory of a former light.

The apotheosis of the final, vacant eye,

Beholds the nullity of the dead space;

And offers up a final, empty, silent cry,

For the final, fading, and forgotten grace.

The aposiopesis of the silent, final breath,

A halting, and an incomplete, dead sound;

Offers a final, unfulfilling, empty death,

Upon the vacant, and the silent ground.

So let us live within this final space,

And find some solace in its vacant face.