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23rd SONNET FOR KATIEDear Katie, I'm indeed your loving stalker,I roam the empty streets in hapless joy.I am indeed a man, a lonesome walker.And you remain my dream, and I your toy.I seek, from early nine to late eleven,your bright chimera; might you lurk behindnext corner? Shall we meet, at last, in Heaven?Who knows, what's finally for us to find.I must reveal a secret. I'm a strangerto you, America, where stars shine, bright,above the stripes of Dream, for any rangerwithin the range of Dream. Oh distant light!I live in Stockholm, Sweden, stalker zonefor me; in Stockholm I will die alone.
22nd SONNET FOR KATIEIt dawned upon me nay, it was a lightningrevealing true reality of Night,It made some point indeed to me, 't was brightening,explaining almost everything, all right?What did I see? That Life, so ever streaming,so daily ours, is nothing but a dream,I tell you, that's what Life's about, just dreaming,a frictionless transport, persistent stream,that is: at best, like when? It's your decision,I shall not interfere with it; it's yours.To tell you barely nothing, that's my mission!You're on your own to find yourselves: the Force.Then I decide that Katie is divine;I'll deify myself, and make her mine!
21st SONNET FOR KATIEWho am I, Katie, tearing skies asunderjust being here? A stranger in the night.Since I was born indeed, this was my blunder I follow you, my persevering light.It happened when I saw your face, your body.It wasn't many happenings ago.I never knew this night to well. It's cloddy.It's dangerous and bright, I hate it so,I badly need some comfort. You deliver,so I'll stay following your splendid dance,so fluent all along some dark moon river,my whishful dream and sight, somewhat askance.Who is it, that in solitude discernsyour essence then, these swinging faint lanterns?