Web

To close my eyes and dream again;
Of clarity spawn anew
A web! - express the thoughts I brew;
Conform the messages I send
To falter without care is not
Possible after planning
Wrangled are my hands, confounding
Signals never got
Survive, each round a proving ground
Surround me, I can fight
Like he who weathered 20 abound
Ragged; home ne'er in sight
Truth be told, without a sound
We habitate in "might"


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Fully aware that habitate isn't really a word, but that never stopped me before. I don't like the word inhabit. Ok it's a fine word, I just prefer to say habitate. It's closer to habitat anyways. Ah yes, to butcher the language. I ne'er thought I'd say ne'er in a poem, let alone a sonnet, but it happened. Jeez, what next?