Cornish Sonnet

Journey's end evades, ever evading Pleasures trampled upon, beached, down wind Though hopeful, lone strangers keep rescinding Flights of wanton fancy bedazzle me Hard facts in consequences I have binned Though in searching no-one seems to agree Overland territories in spatial climes Amalgamate in their entirety Fingers filter currency, cents and dimes Cast off to foreign shores, I would be bound Oh to be wealthy wise, accrue plenty Feted, lauded, plaudits crowned Journey's end evades, ever evading Overland territories in spatial climes