I didn't post any sonnets in July. I'll try to write and post a few this month.
Here's the first.
days to go
A sense of the impending -- nearness still so far, a temporal proximity that could not true exist before the fill of days through what was weeks ago. The sea of luminescent imminence creates a froth above the depths where more emo- tion dwells, combining several vital states of being, only few of which we know and recognize while short time passes by, and we approach the site of native sights unusual and integral, to try across a spectrum of sublime delights when rendesvous is real and the destined place does coincide with times when pulses race.