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Sonnet 48,309


How magical a thing can chaos be!
Where intrigue occupies discretion’s space,
Timidity and lust form potpourri,
And fury splays like joy upon my face!
And what is she? – purveyor of such madness,
Who acteth with chameleon intent?
She weaves adeptly joyous clothes from sadness,
Yet ne’er will join what’s said and what was meant.
But now do I entreat mine own devices:
Explain this tempest so – are thus her actions,
Those bold, insipid and perplexing vices,
A panacea or just mere distractions?
Here my devices thus this mess resolved:
Enigmas sometimes are best left unsolved.