Disclaimer: Star Trek doesn't belong to me.
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The Enterprise Incident: a Petrarchan sonnet
I lie and tell her that we cannot lie
and that my captain has gone strangely mad
I sit, and watch as precious time decides
to fly away, and leave me to be sad
at its demise. Somehow, now that it's time
the plan seems even more callous and cruel
and yet again, all I can do is try
to do my part, and play her for a fool.
If I could play outside the grand design
I would not be the one to stand and school
my features, school her in betrayal—
we are, both, much too canny and too wise
to think that, to the other, we're no tool—
and yet, we find; we're not too great to fall.
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