The Subtle Vertigo Of Images

The most vertiginous image I could think of is that one by Escher of the dimension-defying staircases, so that is the starting inspiration for my poem today.

Taking up my anagrammatic challenge from earlier in this series, Ann Cuthbert has this poem for you all:

Vertigo is the illusion of motion/Artists create illusory motion in their images
Poem (unsubtly) written using only letters from the words illusory motion

Slut soul, you mourn in ruins,

slum it, slit, torn.

Sin runs sly, rots

musty in unlit rooms.

Loins sour, unlusty.

Moon’s lost story looms.