3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

a study toward sonnet #664 by FisherKingKQJ

I blink against the solstice midnight world,
It's chicaneries, fumbles and travails,
It's bluffs, invasions and abuses hurled-
Your love the only plaster which now avails.
You puff grey vapours when winter hails,
Above windscreens, against bare plane boughs,
Your soothing yet fish-cold touch never fails
To bridge the avenue's tarmac camber sloughs.
The high wind over branches softly soughs,
In bare twig circles next to our street lamp,
A tunnel of time twists peaks and troughs-
Twigs circle as a twentyfour hour stamp.
Your golden hair is a crown twisted wick,
As twin suns pull, so roots and branches stick.

(Chorus)
Your golden hair is a crown twisted wick. SPADES
Your golden hair is a crown twisted hatch. CLUBS
Your golden hair is a crown twisted trapdoor. DIAMONDS

[Autocube3 - autocue for 3d interactive movies.]
{Time to compose: 34 minutes.}
{I'm very reluctant about leaning on metaphors
or footnotes, however, in this case, what I thought
initially to be an optical illusion turned out
a physical fact in the avenues of Epsom.}