of beauty, algebraic, something fun. It is a thing that’s nothing and something at once, a butterfly wing and a joke. Ha ha ha LOL. A poem confined is not a poem. Release him or her. Yoke, I dedicate a rhyme to you aspires being human, worthy, equal, and proud. As we are approaching the volta, let’s get this straight. A sonnet’s not very good at being complacent, unrequited, or silent! Traditions not easily voided are made Less, theoretically.