a study toward sonnet #169 by FisherKingKQJ
in B flat
You habit two places at once, my sweet,
Whatever you might think. Looking-glasses
Of the Renaissance were first to defeat
Effect and cause, which holism surpasses.
Overseas, far off, your other life amasses-
And do I worry for you? Yes, indeed;
I love your essence in several classes:
Home movies, photos, videophone live feed.
You're ubiquitous, yet such is my greed
For you, I want you outside time in 3D,
I worry you by an ambulance freed
Of exit wounds or car wreck malady.
My sweet, it used to be near immoral
To worry aloud, but now we're immortal.
{3D interactive chorus in C flat:}
My sweet, it used to be near immoral.
My sweet, it used to be near unethical.
My sweet, it used to be near decadent.