Dyslexia, Sonnet CCXXII

I quell amongst the dischord words rely,
Upon the sole revivals am I prone
cross function is a dismay from behind
foundations of a style I’d call my own.
It clearly seeths in others, having heard
myself who, in a nutshell, doth reply
with verse to reimberse you where it dies
against the better judgements they imply.
I urge you, having reconciled too bold
doth duly gives as leaving you appears,
thus compensates with insight having brought
another kind of music to your ears.
Dyslexia, contains with insights sung,
the worship of another mother tongue.