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Missing you my friend: Missing you my friend. RIP

Hello: Hello MG  Are you still in the large motor trailer. I took quite some time to get back. Getting "bonky" with age

I have come, after decades of: I have come, after decades of struggling with it, that inner turmoil is part of our human nature in this broken world.  But, to suggest a metaphor, the only reason stars produce light and warmth is due to the seething turmoil in their cores as countless atoms slam into each other to release that light and warmth.

Dearest SS: im bak thankya

Thanks for visiting the poem,: Thanks for visiting the poem, and for commenting.  I am glad you enjoyed the last lines---which were not actually the way I had intended to end it, but when the Titanic sailed in, I had not choice.  (I am somewhat haunted by that tragic ship:  some of my mother's Irish relatives were employed in its construction, as well as other ships too.)

Excellent: Boy, the imagery in the final two lines was surreal and really got me. It really encapsulates the dark pleasure one who fits this bill might partake in.    Per your postscript, I do believe that persons of this sort do indeed find their way into positions where they can get closer to both touching and expressing such pleasures.   As another reader said, this was quite unique a subject.

Know there’s something very wrong with me..: Know there's something very wrong with me Feeling strange since the opening of the movie I really don't feel so well Maybe I should be recalled by Mattel? Barbenheimer Qu'est-ce que c'est? Where is Ken Ken where is Ken where the hell is Ken? Would you like to come out and play? Ay-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya oh-oh-oh...