a study toward sonnet #706 by FisherKingKQJ
Believe that I can't pry your avid mind,
In your small gestures and little facial tics;
According to genome, we're closer kind,
So you can't write off my insight as tricks.
Empathy common to experience sticks:
Your bitter envy can fill me with disgust
And quick rages at near strangers as it sics,
So count me stranger and signal mistrust.
I'm peaceable quiet, numbered as discussed,
I'm conciliatory pure, youthful pliant,
To love you born, borne jealousy my thrust,
My eyes close up or far off read a giant.
On estuary mudflats our polehouse built,
Clear salt and crocodile tears ebbing silt.
(Chorus)
On estuary mudflats our polehouse built. SPADES
On estuary mudflats our polehouse created. CLUBS
On estuary mudflats our polehouse erected. DIAMONDS
[Autocube3 - autocue for 3d interactive movies.]
{Time to compose: 36 minutes.}