A blackout sonnet made from pages 2-3 of Moby Dick

Say, you are in the country; land of lakes.
Take to there the most absent-minded of men
plunged in his deepest reveries—on his legs,
if water be in all that region.

a metaphysical artist. He desires
the dreamiest, shadiest most enchanting bit
thus tranced, though pine-tree shakes down its sighs
eye fixed upon the magic stream fore him.

Why did he need a trip to Rockaway Beach?
Why s every boys soul crazy to go to sea?
Why d Persians hold the sea holy? Why d the Greeks?
Surely this is not without meaning.

Narcissus drowns in oceans. this is key.
Now, I am in the habit of going to sea.

This one is pretty bad! Melville is using self-consciously romantic, fussy language here, whose ironic spark, if it had one, is killed dead by the sonnet ray. The volley of questions that comes afterwards makes for more interesting poetry.