Sonnet - 109 Poem by Xavier Mandreza

That we each be our own Dictators think
Though Primed with Evidence some Disregard
Much as Addled Beliefs pour to the Brink
Then Transform Sane Clouds rain such Feelings hard
As you your own Individual surmise
Know your Degrees where Healthy Critics prune
All-in-all be your Own their Laughter despise
Think their Words first by their Madness consume
Knowing our Measures then Live with your Tale
How your Starred Life by Footnotes should End
Be not our Arrows pierce as such Strings fail
To allow your Heart on how it must Spend.
This one Realise by the Dame reprieve
As what my own Ego too Blown to Concieve.