3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

Revised sonnet #1291

At crash test dummy me align your light
O wholly holy stars of evening sky
The future never burned and beamed this bright
Ive paid a price and limped up low to high
Across the early morning star jerks eye
In consciousness experience preemptive plight
I bounce about the bonnet folds full flight
The motor cage in stages caves I die
Selves sleeves slide into their tight telescope
Each self sleeve stores a matryoshka doll
Youd only want your lowliest level soul
To suffer stupid stuff to gamely grope
You need to draw together join the dots
Though slink I centrifuge to fractal bots
Chorus dots motes points