a study toward sonnet #1,048 by FisherKingKQJ
My doctor tells me how this washed up world
Escapes quick cure and thorough analysis,
Leans on a pill or placebo tongue furled
And swigged back, pans stems cells for paralysis.
But my love can heal simpler things amiss,
By toning muscles which nearby surround
Weakened tendon shriveled by more stasis,
With faith availing stronger pound per pound.
My love has known me ages wheelchair bound,
My kneebones doing impressions of the seat,
She knows that in destroying habits can be found
Self healing sleep untested yet complete.
In my neck she rubs numb nerves ends of crick,
And frees the stiffness with a blushing click.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 crick
o $10,000,000 rigidity
o $10,000,000 stiffness
[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]
SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS