An English Sonnet of Somatic Symmetry

Calm water floating through my winding veins. 

A resting space for [ocean oracles]: 

the trough of my sturdy skeleton chains.  

Left side sure of my allegorical 

vernacular, quite wordy and weighty. 

I have lived here a while now—   far from the apple tree. 

Separated, stagnant, spritely snare drum 

beats against the blasé bourgeoisie. 

Fascia flares perpetually unheard. 

Neglected, demented muscles intervene. 

Right shoulder [clean cut] from the circuit board. 

Fear sits passenger, and fervently re: 

minds me how much it means— to be set free.