every day there is far too much confusion
that towers thru time and stifles my mind
skyscraper to me and my spiritual senses
going up in elevators of clouds, going up
going up forever in star-streak lightyears
we transcend the grave and freeze by way
of the floating octopus' electric tentacles
as i sit and read what i have written here
i have a meal of the same fear over again
therefore, changes create a small reprieve
to cultivate the scene according to needs
my personal whims, as the mantra joins us
all in unison, the audience is a fig fallacy
Your inimitable style, which
Your inimitable style, which never fails to remind me of the excellent symbolists, is triumphantly deployed, displayed, and demonstrated in this magificent poem. If I were writing a commentary on your poetic art, I think I would select this poem as the primary example of how, and what, you write. I am not just saying that: it was the initial impression I had immediately after reading this poem.
Starward