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Learning and education are: Learning and education are indeed a lifelong process to engage in. To stop learning, it is has been said, is to stop growing. And it could also mean that we lose our foothold and habitation in peace. Thanks for sharing.

Back in the 1920's, Estlin: Back in the 1920's, Estlin Cummings demonstrated that a Poet's typography is a personal choice, and does not negatively effect the reading experience for those who read with an open mind.  But many of us, myself included, have to "get used" to this aspect.  During my sophomore undergrad year, I was so excited to learn that H.D., the imagist Poet, did not capitalize the first letter of the first word of each line, unless it was the grammatical beginning of a sentence.  I found this excitingly liberating for my own poems. If I remember correctly, most Greek and Roman inscriptions---those that have survived from the ancient world---featured capitalization of each letter.  If that suited them, why should it not suit those who read the poems of a Poet who has chosen that format?   Readers of your poetry should, perhaps, concentrate more on the content of your poems, and less on the typography by which you deliver that content.

Their adoption of me was a: Their adoption of me was a great and gracious kindness.  My birth parents were high school students; my birth father went on to become a murderer, seventeen years after I was born.  My adopted parents provided a very good life for me, and gave me a surname that has a magnificent history---both in this country and in England.  (One of my adopting father's distant cousins was an astronomer and discovered a galaxy.)  But my adopting parents' expectations were burdens to me, and I knew from as early as kindergarten that they were disappointed in me, as I continually frustrated or failed those expectations.      Their heavyhandedness was a result of the influence of my mother's relatives.  My father's parents repeatedly objected to it.  My parents were obsessive about "keeping up" with my mother's sibs---economically and socially.  Their attempt to control me after I reached statutory adulthood was consistent with the behavior of my mother's sibs toward their own children.       My Pinto was a gift, in autumn of 1975, from my father.  It had no frills (like A/C or FM radio), but was an adequate ride.  My father objected to the installation of the c.b., as he felt it devalued the car's resale or trade-in value.  The bucket seats, and the emergency brake lever between them made for difficulties "making out" (like during all those drive-in movies we attended that summer) but even this could be managed adequately.        Thank you for commenting, I appreciate it very much.

Describing a sociopaths dreamland: ..this is where they harvest still unaware smiles.

but thru it all the food: but thru it all the food trucks offer solace

illusion and delusion can be: illusion and delusion can be dangerous

Thanks, J9th: I'm glad the poem works well for you. I just wrote it, so there will most likely be several revisions pending.