sonnet for a visionary

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my love, your genius is hosted in you
like a parasite, a demon, an ancient
ghost haunting your wanting eyes. how
those little windows burn with the immense,
intense magnificence inside! & what i’d
give to set foot in that cathedral, to
see the hoard of treasure being held there
hostage by the fire-breathing monster
whose lair you are—it’s true, love, all i do
enslaved to this blunt, unfeeling craft
is look for ways of understanding you
so one day i may be strong enough to
lay eyes on the unfathomable view
that is your soul & live to tell the tale.