_________________________________  you __ i hate sonnets the digital backbreak of the dumb|dead|mute sign|  no condign like that|   14 pretentious lines with their gew-gaws the abbabababbbauue,askakld   and the little turn-key at the near end the closing copulating couplet but not Eyetalian mister Tallinn  nor the intaglio of the radicel volute  its crisp in the inside of    y'our love