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Oh my dear! This was never: Oh my dear! This was never much of a problem until the years piled on irretrievably. We have lots of prunes, oatmeal, fibre drinks and such, just to get to a regular and painless movement.

Totally dig this one. Dream: Totally dig this one. Dream states and varying states of sleep, that is amazing to explore and experience. Adulting has often taken that exploration away but still tantalising and mysterious nonetheless.

You are so much more than a: You are so much more than a shadow, but I love how you took me there to that feeling... a non-productive toil ineptitude of managing the showdows they only live as longs as their lighted backs, and at least one thing is sure another shadow for another day to chase the demons of torment and useless toils away... and thanks to the night the leveller where each shadow meets end to end before they are swallowed whole but always to rise again I could read this over several times and interpret it differently each time but the beauty and the poignancy of the notion is something special and well worded man. 

I really, REALLY!. like this: I really, REALLY!. like this poem.  The voice speaking seems rather casual and conversational. yet the tone becomes eerie from the first few words.  Is that word "pinned," in the first line, just a phrase, or to be taken literally?  And what kind of watchman---a security guard, or a horrified witness to some strange goings-on?  The person being addressed, who is pinned to a board to watch some sort of process, is watching as the nomenclature of pain changes, but the watcher is now not able to move a mouse (the computer device, or the roden?---the ambiguity increases the poem's effect).  The fianl stanza shows us violet acquiring hands (mutations?), voices dimmed (is sound now perceived as light?), and the sky is darkening.  Who or what the two small eyes belong to is left unstated, but, in reading this, I become sure that the eyes in the final line are not those of the watchman in the first and second lines. I beiieve this poem is a brilliant demonstration of the ability to compress so much activity, and an implied sense of eerieness, in the fewest words and lines possible.  A huge backstory is also implied; but not disclosed at all.   I applaud your accomplishment in this poem.  It is one of the finest of its kind---a poem about mysteriously eerie occurences---that I have read in a long time.

You're right: there is no: You're right: there is no higher compliment and I cannot begin to express my humble, heartfelt gratitude. Your entire analysis was a prose poem of the highest order, and I cherish every word, dear Bard of Wisdom and Spirit of Light.  

And I couldn't see you as: And I couldn't see you as anyone else! Glad you had this epiphany but wven gladder you'll be ok! May you be better than ok! I am praying as if you've already recieved it! Fasting and prayer and absolute deliverance! On to more glorious anothologocal cleansing, chronicaling (yea made up word but I know you get me) reflecting and evolving and most importantly healing and saving. Bless you  Hugss 

Just gorgeous the collective: Just gorgeous! the collective 'we' the extension of life and creation... boredom.... is so underrated as an inspiration... the all spark exploring itself in countless ways for countless aeons and still, nothing prepares for the glorious lines so simple yet profoundly beautiful - "every stalk of marsh grass  and every pearl of rain  and every maple, twisted  into a visual song, is the  same Love creating and loving Itself."   An incredible exploration of beauty, metaphors and the great question what we are doing here...   And then In the soft insanity of awe,  in music heard with the eyes, in the universe that shifts with  one slow step of the crane...   I so get this its a vernacular vein running through my poetry  the soft insanity of awe... just brilliant I wish I wrote it! There really is no higher compliment. I loved this comparison of endles moments in even a crane going about its days all of it relevant like a butterfly flapping its wings a ripple that grows in the creation of creation. Just gorgeous. Expertly done, drops of brilliance in a profoundly beautiful rendition of the meaning of life and its exploration. Bravo.