Condensatorium #214

Click a line of the poem (left, or above) to see the condensation.

Imaginary
Eau de Vie
Unlike the Real
This stuff is great!
High
On Outness in
Euphoric Warmth
Bound only by the Sky
Conscience
Distains
Obey
No Restraint!
Applaud
Or, just look.
Cunning
--Pays--

Reduced to Haiku

    Emily Dickinson #214 Trimmed

    I taste a liquor never brewed --
    From Tankards scooped     in Pearl --
    Not all the Vats upon the Rhine
    Yield such an Alcohol!

    Inebriate of Air -- am I --
    And Debauchee of Dew --
     Reeling -- thro endless summer days --
    From inns     of Molten Blue --

    When "Landlords" turn the drunken Bee
    Out of the     Foxglove's door --
    I shall but drink the more!

    Till Seraphs swing their snowy Hats --
    And     Saints -- to windows run --
    To see the little Tippler
    Leaning     against the -- Sun --

    Words left are the ones that are so specific - so concrete an example - their meaning is something we struggle to pin down, but in the end doesn't really affect the overall meaning of the poem. I've removed all the words needing further explanations, and are not these specifics. *I did cheat a little and leave one verb so this condensation can be read as a small poem on its own.

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