a study toward sonnet #221 by FisherKingKQJ
And society so boxes itself in
With hindsight, and historians wrap
Their careers with tyrants's skin,
The money a bookmark in wad foolscap.
To subtleties of syphilis this pap
Is immune, to the minuscule detour-
A dynamic to the major mishap,
And simply heaps the merchant seesaw.
The monks of the Himalayas restore
Our sublime ch'i of six prong snow flakes,
In a six foot radius they melt deep hoar,
They kneel thus, their bodyheat gently bakes.
The spark in your eyes is rare as an ohm,
My love for you is a chant of the om.
The spark in your eyes is rare as an ohm.
The spark in your eyes is rare as a volt.
The spark in your eyes is rare as a watt.