I have been visiting my hometown of Indiana, Pennsylvania and not finding time to complete a new post -- and so I have looked back. On July 9, 2010 I offered a sonnet by Australian poet Jordie Albiston that begins with these lines:
first you get the number-rush as anyone
might do you watch your world turn to
nought put your foot upon the path re
what cannot be said I’ve heard before
. . .
I invite you to go to the original post and read the rest.