Sonnet Sprawl

I would rather not diphthong rather I let each word sound solitude

My solitude is additive I gather fractions into whole sounds

Sounds mourn (There I go) their own relapsing in seventeen syllables

Syllabic feats include Persephone who minces zilch pretty much

Much that I declare after a stare down means something ineffable

Thus I practice evaporation of the impurely factual

My actual mistakes are teacakes when compared to those in war zones

Zones of friendship flagged supportable may quell a telltale argument once

Once the friction has been smoothed to amnesiac non-friction comes rust

Likewise daylight strums ephemeral hot sauce popular with the young

Young revelers expunge remedial plays from the syllabus

Any old reading and assignment list can blister an afternoon

Afternoon the season squelches itself between waking and long sleep

Oak changes hue on cue when autumn teases out an attitude