Sonnet - 170 Poem by Xavier Mandreza

For We consume our own Poison to date
From each Salt or Leaded Matter devise
Then blame your Divinity sooth Forsake
And channel those False Prophets otherwise
It is not from Out where you see the In
Neither your Visions as Alien perceive
From In comes Out and In Within has been
So refine your Scope such Mirage believe
Like couplets twixed concave glasses reflect
Shall otherwise be the Tomb of your Health
As Still as your Calm Radiance does respect
To keep your Pirates foraging your Wealth.
This Process these Timed Sages would Imply
Such Effect your Inner Heart sings on by.