A sonnet on thought and action

I haven't posted a sonnet for awhile, so now I will.


what we can hope for

One day, one hour, a step outside of time
could happen anywhen, but rarely will —
yet in such special moments the sublime
and beauteous can there combine with thrill
of rawness and unfetteredness, to make
a fierce amalgamation so unlike
our coarse mundanity that we must take
and use a lexicon with words that strike
our hearts in stunning force, and use them to
describe what seems unspeakable — the sound
and movement and connection, with a view
that is expected to be seen and found
whene'er such marv'lous times occur
and where our exclusivity is sure.