a study toward sonnet #1,325 by FisherKingKQJ
That muse of mine elates through civil slurs,
Through chinese whispers, through chewed food mumbles,
Catches tunes through clicks, safe cracking tumbles
In stethoscope buds, meter breaking burs.
She whirrs near airborne, angle wings on spurs,
Alloy-chemy here alchemy humbles,
Out of pour lead plating pure gold crumbles,
Hers, cargo cults, read herring Babel blurs.
Word wander, speaking spoke, nim reading rod,
She clicked that parasol on clear gold street,
Red gold sparks bounced up where our tapped shoes trod,
Transparent gold bricks fine tuned cleat past cleat.
She'll grow forever, you'll gasp her gold dust,
I'll praise her pedomicrobium-wrought crust.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 dust
o $10,000,000 grain
o $10,000,000 powder
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