3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

a study toward sonnet #621 by FisherKingKQJ

The sun has sidled now in the house of love
I've blinked at it's white disc the winter long
Through stickout box windows above the stove-
Maybe the hanging pots need a tong gong.
In my fave autumn season things went wrong
My popularity bruised through that slur
About some cabbage, some foils and a bong
Not lies precisely, more the catching bur.
But there is one way he does make me purr
My kindness is valued even as estranged
He sees me in good light not garish blur
As someone kind who often gets short changed.
A blackbird dies, it toes at first sun ore
It's soul flies down to our earth's solar core.

(Chorus)
It's soul flies down to our earth's solar core. SPADES
It's soul flies down to our earth's solar essence. CLUBS
It's soul flies down to our earth's solar pith. DIAMONDS

[Autocube3 - autocue for 3d interactive movies.]
{This sonnet took 65 minutes to write. The closing couplet was lying around for a few decades.}