5 - Iambic Pentameter
14 - Fourteen
Sonnet unlocked!
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(or, Sneaking into
Photonics 206, Years Later)
Now I ascend this long-deserted stage
Reflecting on the future I once wanted
The place where years ago I came of age
Transformed into an empty playhouse haunted
Proscenium beset by bosom ghosts
I nearly can behold your noble visage
I deftly counter-strike my friends’ ripostes
But really it is just an afterimage
I clear my throat and hold my head on high
The audience would hear a penny drop
I think of all the friends I loved and I
Vociferate my deep Barbaric Yawp
How many other places truth be
told
Still clutch so many pieces of
my soul?
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