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Thank you for that kind: Thank you for that kind comment.  I have always feared spiders, and that particular episode of Night Gallery terrified me beyond all others.  (I am ashamed to admit that I was only able to watch the entire episode in the last couple of years.)  The object of the poem's wrath is a domestic abuser with whom I was, unfortunately, acquainted for a few months.  The woman he abused was both a young mother and a heroin addict, and he controlled her through fear and intimidation.  

Thank you for both of your: Thank you for both of your comments.  The 800 lines were destroyed some time in late 1976 or 1977.  It was far too rough, and the language far too oriented to the thesaurus.  I would be ashamed to post it now.

your 800 line tome:   have you ever posted your 800 line tome here?  If you love or like your poem you are the only arbiter, not an English teacher

artist: you are an artist of words   Thank you   time for decriminalization of pot which has helped so many millions  

Spiderwebbed Ground: I try to leave a place and the people there better than they were before I came, more enlightened when I leave, on occasion dazzled. Leaving frost with each step, for me a long ago trail, now waiting for death as gratiously as I can. All these words - nowhere to put them.   ~S~ 

And what was your: And what was your interpretation of the dream?

An absolutely stunning: An absolutely stunning definition of our ultimate transition: how the clouds, from a higher perspective, become a "rain of grace" and the "stone cold foe", on the other side of darkened glass is "of hearts the ace".  But truly awe-inspiring and quote-worthy are your words:    " and out of the invisible God has given love a face."   And finally the heart takes flight in your last miraculous lines. I felt as if I had made the journey myself, "rinsed with rains of light" and crashing through the walls of the great illusion.    Sublime and transformative work.