a study toward sonnet #646 by FisherKingKQJ
Engaging multiverse what-might-have-been
And kissing like there was no tomorow,
Endorsing fruit machine and plastic screen
Celestial City smelt of tears and sorrow.
With my honeyblonde usherette back row,
I watched red, green, blue, bits like a power drill,
Or barber pole, screw laser shavings up-flow
To bouy some hex-nut satellite in nil.
An angel's clear gold wand floats our freewill,
To Tri of Knowledge citrus perfumes we waft
Ozone-borne by waves which pure gold distill
Through calendars of grafted fruit aloft.
Up jasper and transparent gold walls cricks
Our gaze to compass-in-clock pearl gate nicks.
(Chorus)
Our gaze to compass-in-clock pearl gate nicks. SPADES
Our gaze to compass-in-clock pearl gate marks. CLUBS
Our gaze to compass-in-clock pearl gate scores. DIAMONDS
[Autocube3 - autocue for 3d interactive movies.]
{Time to compose: 65 minutes.}