a study toward sonnet #866 by FisherKingKQJ
Some poets do brag that you'll live forever,
In their fine verses, when you're surely dead,
I scroll mine with hexes now and ever,
Consider else weak liars, at best ill bred.
You're beautiful you when all is judged said,
You do that pretty pretty with some zest;
When I gaze at a cat who's smug well fed,
She does a good cat in ninth litter best.
Burnt library of Alexandria false quest,
Love won't be cracked by embryonic rabble,
Come read my blueprint, ancestor impressed,
Sooty dice cubes, cryptic tower of Babel.
As sculptor, I chip out your magic thread,
With hex nut motion beauty is round read.
(Chorus)
o $1,000,000 thread
o $1,000,000 hair
o $1,000,000 line
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