The idea of randomizing Lampman more has happened. I threw a cover on the bed and the new sonnet with different set of rhymes made their individual word way to the floor. Before recording what I had. That’s the way the poem crumbles. So, what have we here upside down and following paths of chaos?
Was red the swift night and a song
sound might
sunny heard
stirred a knowing echoing
and could
heard sunny
retained
weight two
all but listening
shadow light mouth
ever maker of
not sad
works
oooh fun