3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

a study toward sonnet #194 by FisherKingKQJ

Her legs crossed, she gazed out the window pane
Of the carriage, her hem so slowly rode
Up her shapely thigh; she was absent again,
Such tedium her carnality always forbode.
My gaze her gaze attempted to decode,
The trunks which whizzed by, stands of trees
Which rolled by, the steady cumulus lode,
Her inner life wouldn't yield, wouldn't cease.
I could stand up and straighten a trouser crease,
I could walk off at sixty miles per hour,
I could do a u turn, drop to my knees,
I could not keep score of her every lour.
When she's garrulous our lives we fete,
And when she's philosopher all is freight.

{3D interactive chorus:}

And when she's philosopher all is freight.
And when she's philosopher all is cartage.
And when she's philosopher all is tare.