dedicated to Morena Baccarin
Hail to the Queen! I'll write to you
This letter in the sonnet strophes.
Let words enhover over sheet!
I'll after rite put part of it
Into PC. The pity's rue,
That my ink run – sometimes estopless,
Sometimes 'sign follow sign', a few
About fate – as waves to shores, next –
Cutting strokes of pain and throes
To ruptures (all of means – to hew!
All private minds... prediction prowess...) –
Curve of deleting – nice view! –
One hundred eight dull cloning buttons
Do not transmit... All to a bit...
© Nemoybereg. 2003th year.