a study toward sonnet #709 by FisherKingKQJ
Inner comeliness plus outer beauty
Eclipse or overlap as venn diagram,
Your flushing soft skin, your ode to duty,
Are calibrated piston or diaphragm.
Your image into iambs will hardly cram,
You're miniature boned, scantily fleshed;
If you round swedish, it's ambling a pram,
And individual, you're socially refreshed.
On event horizon you're now enmeshed,
Old organs purified by white gold,
Your live soul evacuated after threshed,
A babel marionette cosmonaut on hold.
So, golden girl of superceding graves,
String me along your gravity waves.
(Chorus)
graves
crypts
tombs
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