Sonnet XI

An end to all sonnets and a true end

Is this lifetime’s distance which I must build,

Constructed of what days cannot transcend,

That never ever will a crossing yield.

Forever is a daunting span of time

When all those memories of peace exist,

Those words which in my ageless ears will chime,

And that Dream which was, perhaps, maybe mine.

But I am dying in this toxic Now,

And I would gladly toss me life away

If it could preserve you and I somehow,

But I cannot see you as monster’s prey.

My timeless choice s...