3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

Sonnet #77 by FisherKingKQJ

Twenty on twenty years renew your bones,
They're reborn down to the bright red marrow;
Your vague memories the graveyard owns,
You yearn for yourself, a young imago.

Your eyes are sunken, your skin is sallow,
The flesh hangs loose on your arms, your chin sags,
And lines stitch your lippied pout; you allow
For birth and death yet the quizz of pain nags.

Yet sometimes time speeds, sometimes time drags
I know this mysterious, wild sadness wells
Up your tears at your milestones and flags,
But I believe there's a smile in your stem cells.

Estragen and the plastic surgeon's knife
My love, free the butterfly of endless life.

{3D interactive chorus:}

Estragen and the plastic surgeon's knife.
Estragen and the plastic surgeon's dirk.
Estragen and the plastic surgeon's poniard.



Editor's note: if you look hard at a Spenserian sonnet such as this you might see a butterfly and live forever.