Becalmed In The Sublime: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poem

Lake Bonneville Rocks
Sometimes/
the poet/
doth forget/
meter, verse and rhyme,/
becoming becalmed/
in his song,/
overwhelmed with the sublime./
This is one/
of those silent times.

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