3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

sonnet #1,584

In sculpted stone I sense the future bode
If classic paint is peeled worn off or shed
The Earths thick mantle mined need not explode
The end of life and love a meme to dread
Her girlish giggles are things genes encode
Thats such a beautiful and senior head
Tight features under silver hair are stowed
Ive taken thin as young Im high voice led
Near stranger struck inquiring kindness met
In smiles the perfect pearl teeth surely own
No sign of stoop or bow of shrinking bone
Injected genes and youth arent hers and yet
Tonnes of dirt the starry heavens sprinkle
Each year Earth bog eyes amusing twinkle
Chorus sprinkle dust powder