Sonnet 27: This is the way my lo

Where shall I bury my undying fire

ere you and I and th’world are cold and dead?

Shall I let it into the sun aspire

or to the deepest chasm let it shed?

It will evaporate the seven seas

and burn through crusts and mantles to the core.

Or it will sun’s eternal furnace please

and doomsday closer to the earth will draw.

Thus, let this heat among the stars bedrift

and stay last moving part’cles which survive

the universe. When arrow o’ time does shift

direction, with a big bang all revive.

Should you be vexed by my incessant brame,

just say the word, put out this vig’rous flame.

2018/2/13