Part VI. Accepting

Take my Hand, Empty, but Unshackled

Shakespeare's Sonnet CXXV Transbliterated (150)

Shakespeare

Were’t aught to me I bore the canopy,
With my extern the outward honouring,
Or laid great bases for eternity,
Which proves more short than waste or ruining?
Have I not seen dwellers on form and favour
Lose all and more by paying too much rent
For compound sweet; forgoing simple savour,
Pitiful thrivers, in their gazing spent?
No; let me be obsequious in thy heart,
And take thou my oblation, poor but free,
Which is not mix’d with seconds, knows no art,
But mutual render, only me for thee.
    Hence, thou suborned informer! a true soul
    When most impeach’d, stands least in thy control.

Transbliteration

If there's anything that will bring me back
		My skin still an homage to appearance
			That foundation for eternity
		If only just short of the ruin that resides within
	Having seen
		Those who live with form
		And its favor
	Having lost
		Everything
		And still renting the rest
	Having puked
		All that was sweet
	Having blinked
		As misfortune exploded before me
It is devotion
		To
		From
	Your heart

Take my hand
	Empty
		But unshackled
	Stained
		But mostly be-spattered
Shaped best
	To fit your own

May our
	Silly
	Informed
	Humble
	True
Souls
Blossom
	In each others' care

Sculptures

From line 0: “If there's anything that will bring me back”
From line 1: “My skin still an homage to appearance”
From line 4: “Having seen Those who live with form And its favor”
From line 5: “Having lost Everything And still renting the rest”
From line 10: “Take my emblematic hand Stained But mostly be-spattered”
From line 11: “my emblematic hand Shaped best To fit your own”