0047 Ode To The Goddess Of Punctuation

I sing of punctuation....'What? ', you say, 'I've never heard a sonnet on that theme! '; and thus this modest goddess, clothed in grace, performs her holy task; unheard, unseen, except in trivial printed marks (- like this -) punctilious editors put in - or erase; yet, she's the Sherpa to the mind's high bliss who leads our thoughts to peaks of silent praise; immortal consort of the god of speech, handmaid of mind, bestowing measured pause between each thought; their silent truth to reach by resting mind in mind's divine true cause. O worship her, her power so great and blest, whose shortest silence, wildest mind may rest!