Hourglass Beauty
I...............................................................
Left............................................................
My..............................................................
Lips............................................................
On.............................................................
The............................................................
Shelf.........................................................
Next........................................................
Thing....................................................
I ...................................................
Knew.......................................
I...................................
Was................
Gone......
Forever
Into
....An....
..........Aphotic
....................Shaft
..............................Sinking
.........................................Down
..............................................Across
........................................................My
......................................................Shallow
..........................................................Throat
.............................................................Drag
....................................................................It
.......................................................Through
...............................................................And
..................................................Celluloid
..................................................Beauty
.................................................Is
........................Condemned
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An old, old poem of mine that was an exploration of shape and format, and how that effects the reading of the poetry. The words are a relatively unimportant factor in this piece. POEM TAGS
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Hourglass Beauty, which
was posted on Aug 1, 2009 by
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"An old poem, playing with shape and format, the words are relatively unimportant..."
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