a study toward sonnet #217 by FisherKingKQJ
The sister you've put down, you've estranged,
Has entered the picture so as to quizz
And upend your essence; you're both deranged,
And the madness complementary is.
The other simmers where one is a fizz-
My dilemma: I don't know which one to woo,
The bumbling gorm or the effortless whizz,
Both simultaneously true and untrue.
You've opened my mind to a relaxed view
As to why we're intimate in the dark
In shadow stripe, mute light of crimson hue,
I'll hold back any polarising remark.
Things often aren't what they seem to appear
When pretty sisters present as a pair.
{3D interactive chorus:}
Things often aren't what they seem to appear.
Things often aren't what they seem to externalise.
Things often aren't what they seem to look.