3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

sonnet #1,647

I've conquered love, I don't yet covet might,
In moments spare it sinks down, weighs a ton,
It maddens me gone plumb, since pyrrhic won,
I don't ask round, you can bet she's all right.
Half-formed gut parasites long freed of sight,
And giant moths dollied down off-brown and dun,
And radiant plankton well nigh sprung of sun,
And backward panthers bordering the night.
Indigenous malnourished folk cum dwarves,
And homeless hobos who retire in squats,
And vacant ship girls who invade the wharves,
And tribes lost who swear by long bow long shots.
Old love grows less fierce, yet it never dies,
It swells that niche of neither lows or highs.

(Chorus)

o dies
o croaks
o expires