a study toward sonnet #1,176 by FisherKingKQJ
At times I think that we're at random run,
Play thousand frame per second escapades;
God's screen being neutrinos in neat cascades,
We're marionettes of gravity die done.
Sometimes I think that we're no further fun,
That we flaunt feeling for private charades,
That we dress down skin for private parades,
That we weigh literal truths round a ton.
When I laugh loud because I'm in a mood,
You sigh in empathy, call me sad loon;
When I cry quiet because I'm in a feud,
You sigh in sympathy, call me sad hoon.
I don't know what could build a bitter tone,
You're like a relic, read warm hangi stone.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 tone
o $10,000,000 chime
o $10,000,000 peal
[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]
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