wednesday

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this brightest thing before my eyes

his mouth it shapes a yes

leaves blow through without a trace

eaves' shadows untouched by this race

wash over me, flood fast draining

ash marks your face wetness raining





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CottonJones designed this form and calls it metamorphosis. the form is 6 lines with 6 words in each. the first and the last words in each first line are changed by removing one letter to make a new word for the beginning and ending words in line 2. the same process happens again in the next two couplets of the poem. this is a constraint poem with rhyme and meter optional.

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