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"Can yours ever be the same: "Can yours ever be the same where you are?" I have never been able to put this haunting sentiment into words. how you made grief sound so beautiful! 

I likw how the thirteenth: I likw how the thirteenth line seems to stabilize the poem's process only for the last line to disrupt it so dramatically.

Every line was perfect : I love the horror in "I am there when your hair stands up" Haunting people while we are alive. I hope are well!! 

Trust me, it's a joy and a: Trust me, it's a joy and a privilege to express my impressions of your work.  

It does resolve.  By small: It does resolve.  By small steps or large, it does resolve.  The worst year of my life was 1981:  I had earned, the year before, a useless college degree; my parents would not help me with further tuition; my first job, recruited out of college, ended in failure as soon as it began; my then fiancee dumped me; and I came back to my parents home, tail between legs, to be taken in like a charity case (and they reminded me of this constantly).  I found a job in early 1982, and though it started rough, by early 1983, things began to turn my way.   One normally does not think of how fast the earth turns, or swings around the sun; or that the sun is swinging around the edge of the galaxy---three circular motions that, except for the change of day and night, and the change of seasons, we cannot register on our senses.  Yet those movements are always ongoing, and each is considerably small in scale compared to the next one.  The movements in our life continue like that, and, by small or large, ultimately resolve the issues.

Aw shucks, thank you. This is: Aw shucks, thank you. This is too on the dogs nose, heh, in my own life right now. I'm glad that it came across that way.