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Wise words once again: Jesus man! You were breaking my heart there. I kept thinking, "He's not going to end it this way is he?!!" I mean, everything you say here really stings with real human experience and loss. A solemn rite of passage indeed. But you pull it off wonderfully.   Reminds me of the end of Ulysses by Alfred Lord Tennyson: "Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho'We are not now that strength which in old daysMoved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are,—One equal temper of heroic hearts,Made weak by time and fate, but strong in willTo strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield." Thanks for your poem!

Living seems possible here: Wow! Some stunning imagery and some really unforgettable lines. I sense that there were some difficult times in your life behind such striking imagery.  As this was written 22 years ago, and as you are stull writing vrilliant stuff, I'm glad you chose life!   Interesting pairing of fire and water imagery.   So generous with water So lavish with light.   What can I say.   Peace

“a pause leans into: “a pause leans into itself”    I could have stopped right there and felt the full force of your blazing pen.    But the best was yet to come. Like all fine, atmospheric art in any form, just a wisp of detail or an evocative visual surging with memory, so much like “reverb”, so restless in stillness, creates more than a feeling: it conjures an experience.    As always, a stunner. 

This poem presents your usual: This poem presents your usual verbal skill, and the "haunted" sense reminds me of the film, Burnt Offerings, from 1976.

Thanks!  The poem was: Thanks!  The poem was inspired by bullying I experienced between 1969 and 1974, and now I think I understand their motives and their real lack of self-confidence that they concealed behind almost constant verbal abuse, punctuated by physical assault from time to time.  The epithet they constructed around me, "Fairy Jerry" had lingering effects that did not stop until dusk on July 10th, 1976, when I was led to my c.b. handle,"Starwatcher."  That, and the distortions of our factory defective c.b., which turned my pipsqueak voice into a heavy baritone, compensated me for the earlier bullying.

Excellent in both versions.: Excellent in both versions.