a study toward sonnet #828 by FisherKingKQJ
Indoors to outdoors, these eyes quickly blink,
Whelmed then visceral from gazing navel;
I've grown to love you with a friendly wink,
But tonight clammed rods and cones unravel.
There's too much detail with astral travel,
She's no one I've known or met passing by,
Her face oval shaped, not round, smack gavel,
My oath of love to you tapped out blatant lie.
The One's bow lips enflame my lips now dry,
And thorough spread her vision's hyperbole;
Where she yields mega memory through scry,
You've dismissed control of dreams my folly.
She melts snow in the Himalaya peak range,
And controls her heartbeat to heat exchange.
(Chorus)
o $10,000 range
o $10,000 cluster
o $10,000 series
[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]