I'm A Fan Of Time - A Pome By Paul Vincent Cannon
I'm A Fan Of Time - a pome by Paul Vincent Cannon
Photo: found on youtube.com “While we speak, time is envious …” Horace I'm A Fan Of TimeI tookthat sheet of paper24 lines drawn horizontally,folded them carefullyfingered the line to a sharp creaseallowing the ultimate compressionas thin as rice paper slice,expansions to a pinchcorrugations to a fan,movement as squeezeboxin and out all rightthe lines of a daymorn till nightdown to nothingout to…
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