a study toward sonnet #878 by FisherKingKQJ
As if stones skimmed off a surface tension
Of ocean water, seconds do flit cross,
Circling ripples quick by plumb declension,
Tomorrow, yesterday, today stacked gross.
Between the generations, love's at loss,
As funny sad playing out its nought sum game;
Much of a muchness is embalming gloss
As truth relies on neither praise or blame.
Although our youngest children first lay claim,
And perfect you exists outside spacetime,
Cheap plastic surgery and glivec tame
Immortality through the cusp of prime.
I've loved our detour, I've pulled that lever,
We'll scrape into heaven, through forever.
(Chorus)
o $100,000 lever
o $100,000 handle
o $100,000 switch
[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]