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That Sonnet on guilt -- how's this?
I would imagine, in my early days,
Whom I would be, when fully an adult.
That phantom Self looks back with phantom gaze
Poised, now, to render verdict on my guilt.
My list of crimes is long, I am afraid:
Each dream neglected, that I left to rust,
Each promise that I neither kept nor made,
Each chance I never took, forever lost.
But what surprise! I am the elder me;
The girl that I once was is phantom, now.
And in some quantum state, both I and We,
Must face the future from this point, somehow.
Whom I would be, when fully an adult.
That phantom Self looks back with phantom gaze
Poised, now, to render verdict on my guilt.
My list of crimes is long, I am afraid:
Each dream neglected, that I left to rust,
Each promise that I neither kept nor made,
Each chance I never took, forever lost.
But what surprise! I am the elder me;
The girl that I once was is phantom, now.
And in some quantum state, both I and We,
Must face the future from this point, somehow.
- There lies, within my palm, a jailor's key
To turn within the lock, to set Me free.
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One of the requirements for Art Garden pieces is that we avoid Strum und Drung... which is rather difficult, when the theme is "guilt."
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