a study toward sonnet #876 by FisherKingKQJ
They say there's nothing new beneath the sun;
You're bits of girls, I'd nod that much true,
A rotor face card swirling, you're the one
Whom hindsight fans the sundial overview.
My love, somehow those Bhuddist sailors knew
Those hemispheres of far and distant parts,
That ying yang kitchen sinkhole corkscrew,
Help me map clockwise, anitclockwise charts.
Queen of Hearts, guide three dimensional arts,
Cube in early men's scroll tower of Babel,
With just one thousand people our search starts,
When raj Nimrod roused by lots a rabble.
We act as if love is new, as we're rubes,
God's gates now open top of piled dice cubes.
(Chorus)
o $100,000 rubes
o $100,000 innocents
o $100,000 novices
[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]