a study toward sonnet #1,317 by FisherKingKQJ
Don't count me among Apollo's hit or miss,
Those who can tweak lyre strings, with taste adjudge,
My bends ping bullseyes with a crest of smudge,
In Amphion's counterweight and aery bliss.
On threaded pulleys masonry hums this
Way that, plumb arrows bridge past Thebes' drudge,
Their sinker heads and string tails raise and budge,
A blacksmith's bellows sail lifts bricks on hiss.
Machine language tools anew for tomorrow,
The language lost of some wise ancient bot,
My tears are amphibious tears of sorrow
Atlantis' cubed, graved letters are my lot.
Pip's beauty is my scintillating bourse,
I cast her cubes round as matter of course.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 bourse
o $10,000,000 river
o $10,000,000 stream
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