a study towards sonnet #1,197 by FisherKingKQJ
Like Neptune, Pluto seeming set to crash
Through optical illusion, say friends, foe;
You're often out, the distance we can go-
What does love mean, but a communal mash?
Old speech locks in, long archived as our stash,
We'd end each other's sentences holo,
Fills slow drafts in satellite link flow,
Reverbed true love with latency panache.
Life separate from you can seep banal,
You're in space now, catching cold cloud water,
I crisscross Australia with sea canal,
Forests seed for Asian trade, no slaughter.
You've found cold halo hail on grains of dust-
Slide down a nano tube, meld love to lust.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 dust
o $10,000,000 ground
o $10,000,000 powder
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