How tall can you make something that stands up on its own?

I hope all my writing stands in some way. Stands out. Stands the test of time. Stands for something. Takes a stand.

This poem literally stands tall. Using the full set of Haikubes (all but the two thematic dice), I composed a rather dark stanza. I would have loved to stack the cubes in one giant tower; but that sort of balance was not to be had here on my desktop this evening …

a wicked woman sang her empty charm into my feeling eyes
her sour violet whispers consume my precious sleep
tangle of melodic promises slowly torture this simple life
following her every point I crack with heavy trouble
the wild lofty fortune never opens
I fall down dead here under ground
I honestly tried to love