3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

revised sonnet #1334

I wished the weather matched the moods a storm
The second when I stormed out quit that girl
The sky tapped her it offered one white whirl
Of nimbus cloud on backdrop blue in form
The sunshine shy at noon in winter warm
I sweat in stroll of metal camber curl
Of One Tree Hill there fears of heart unfurl
And shrink to nil unaired theyre native norm
The rocks of lime look like old statuesque bones
The cars zip over rust tinged grids in road
The leaves upon trees lisp in mummer code
The paddock posts if leaned at give out groans
Ive severed rationale Im strung along
Appropriate feelings hers then mine just wrong
Chorus along langs lungo