Revised sonnet #1432
Our great grand parents wouldve worn the woe
Of great depression unemployment blight
They mightve sensed each others souls on sight
They mightve chatted neither friend or foe
You long to journey back to long ago
Your stomach empty feels and largely light
Youre avatar in avatar in flight
Youre ninety nine per cent spin circled o
The potent past is accessed easily
Its full of ambiguities hum and haze
The dodgy doppelgangers who amaze
And sceptics compromising queasily
You yank your hollow matryoshka type doll
In heaven high youre plonked immortal whole
Chorus doll figurine statuette