a study toward sonnet #1,553 by FisherKingKQJ
My consciousness lit, snugly set on top
Of each white optic nerve, each held a hatch
Of white blind spot to where the sun could patch
White burning blindness, respects full stop.
The hatch in gate, through which might hop
A wicket humoured wizard whirred, drop latch
By padlock, hinge on grate and grail crosshatch,
Atlantean scripts in columns upward flop.
From day one through bubble's bible's babel,
Scaled clusters, trick, trice, true, tri-via, track, truck,
Squared off syn-dex, dex-sign, rolled dice cube luck,
I've sought god, goad, guide, dog, no art dabble.
Thanks for that cross dictionary entry,
Old Atlantis' shaman starman sentry.
[At Babel it was decided that English be
written from the left, Arab from the right,
Chinese from the downward...and Atlantean,
a lost language, from the upward.]
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 entry
o $10,000,000 cap
o $10,000,000 lid
[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]
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