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CROSSING THE 180 LINE

did a lovely
dirty with
this citizen
of the Netherlands

on the washbasin
over the edge
of the bathtub

Spanish style and
every other nationality
style that
this
  dream lover required

and
    the cinematographer
long been hiding deep
in my unconscious

knew his
or her stuff

perfect blocking, exquisite
lighting, startling use of
zoom
    and rack focus

and since
was the finest that sweet
Amsterdam or
port city of
Rotterdam might
muster

much canted lens Dutch angle
and 360 sensurround
whilst
    never crossing
                            the one
eighty line