a study toward sonnet #695 by FisherKingKQJ
My doubts infiltrate as my neurotic tics,
Aggravated and egged by a rough world,
Which on individuals misfortune sics,
I hide my love thumbsucking foetal curled.
Our moon the icy spitball was thus hurled
At blackhole earth, so dissipated germs,
Protects us now from meteors random whirled,
Again will broker nuclear warfare truce terms.
On top of one another stack our squirms,
The future, present and past of pure hearts
Such as ours faux time heals as it infirms,
In river Lethe bathes stems cells for the marts.
I may be small time, you count me hero,
Our love strikes chilled, not absolute zero.
(Chorus)
I may be small time, you count me hero. SPADES
I may be small time, you count me avatar. CLUBS
I may be small time, you count me demigod. DIAMONDS
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{Time to compose: 52 minutes.}