Sonnet #42 by FisherKingKQJ
The looking glass insinuates me as old-
You and youth are on point of separate-
Time's liver spots and wrinkles I behold,
Mutual diaries bind in dry exfoliate.
Your dynamic, fine beauty ends its spree
In thick, stiff ventricles of my dark heart,
You're middleaged...but I am elderly-
Perhaps we'll freshen with cryogenic art?
On both our accounts I'm miffed and weary,
And curse the bogus idea called free will;
Your head portraits I hide, ever chary,
In a trunk where no inks or ciders spill.
One thing is perpetual and laid out plain:
My heart recoils to you and back again.
{3D interactive chorus:}
o $10,000,000 plain
o $10,000,000 bald
o $10,000,000 clear
[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]
SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS