3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

sonnet #1,601

(Duke Talon among commemorative plates
hung on walls and draped cheval mirrors,
beard overgrown and grey, his clothes dirty,
in a cobweb rid and dusty torture dungeon.)

When darkness meets with sadness, certain things
Look bleak and black, personified and shrunk,
And hair pins seem to hit flagstones a clunk,
And battle worn sword blades seem glaring dings.
When sadness meets with gladness, many strings
Attached, euphoric, impassioned, over junk,
Magnanimous to what had once plain stunk,
Then love flees swift on synedochal wings.
But pupils widen, search a distant spark
Of firefly, moonlit curtains, feintest shine
Or plankton, plangent feelings disembark,
The silver mirrors sort what's me from mine.
And so with no place void of ambient light
There's no place love can't leak in, none in sight.

(Chorus)

o light
o aura
o glow