3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

a study toward sonnet #131 by FisherKingKQJ

I'm loathe to speak: illegal immigrants
In sweatshops typify our nation great;
It's no small chipucabra shimmy prance,
As yankee costs, and mexican crime sate.
I'll slump back in the patrol car and wait,
The headlights pouring cacti wed agaves;
I'll snuggle close kiss runaway jailbait
Away from Sonoran sand shallow graves.
Midnight's chill blooms a sultry bat slaves,
Purple saguana pod seed sweet jelly
It savors now, white cardon prickle braves,
Mask of pollen swells its big furred belly.
We're hypnotised by drive-in moonshine still:
Elf owls tap moonlight, datura to swill.

{3D interactive chorus:}

Elf owls tap moonlight, datura to swill.
Elf owls tap moonlight, datura to swill.
Elf owls tap moonlight, datura to swill.

[Major rewrite for rhythm and line length.
I'm proud to say that the content is always
perfect, but sometimes the technique trails.
25/9/05]