Ambiguous Sonnet

Boy gets girl, or else the girl gets the boy

With arts and charms that lovers still employ –

We prefer our stories bound with a bow,

Our ducks aligned in a neat little row;

Endings happy or sad but well-defined,

The ambiguities of life refined.

We struggle for control we never find,

Driven by expectations in our mind

That we should be the ones we’d like to be,

That we produce the film we’d like to see.

We need our redemption once-and-for-all

Yet breathe the persistent state of the Fall.

We need a constancy we can’t seduce;

Finality in faith we don’t produce.


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