I'm profoundly honored that: I'm profoundly honored that you took the time to read/listen to my work and leave footprints of splendor. Coming from such a gifted wordsmith, your comment means so much.
What a solidly transforming: What a solidly transforming experience. It read like an epic hero saga and yet retained a pristine personal journey shared with sincerity and vulnerable openness. Thanks for sharing!
I have only gotten to this: I have only gotten to this gem now but it is beautiful as I imagine it ever was, from conception to inception to completion. My inner (head) narrator was not working up to par so I had it read by PC speaker through my headphones and that made it come alive. It is in its elegance transfixed now in time.
A bleating brain would cause: A bleating brain would cause a reading on any machine, hence a signification that its brain is not deceased. And that arhythmic rage... something fiersome to behold.
It would seem that we all: It would seem that we all have personal religions that nobody dares recognize!
For some it takes off and what a scary thing they have been to behold and even at some point experience.
Rabbit holes are coming into view...so enticing.
New beginnings! That is: New beginnings! That is always a fresh start to look forward to! And of forgiveness, which is always a groundbreaking prelude to the fresh and new. The lumber gathered pulls the reader's thoughts to the gathering and stacking of firewood for the coming winter. It may be written for something else but the autumnal season has brought that influence in the way the mind goes. Lovely thought too, that anticipated time of celebration. It will be well worth the wait. Thanks for sharing!
Thanks Patricia. It is always: Thanks Patricia. It is always a privilege to hear your esteemed review and estimation of what has been offered here before our august collaborative venue for online poetry. Your encouragement is truly invaluable at developing and growing fertile fields for thought and expression and the sharing thereof!
I'm always stunned, in the: I'm always stunned, in the best way, by the innovation, the razor-sharpness, of your wordplay. It's poetic gymnastics worthy of a gold medal. Applause!
we are what we are:
crazes
that become stylish, then fashionable, and---
finally---normative
…
abetted and enabled by towering technology
founded on the lowest motives and moralities
That alone, tells us, what sort of egregious gorillas we are at heart.
And the seething wreath of flame, in the rear-view mirror – is our own profound ignorance… on a multi-stage burn, propelling us on the very same projectory.
No doubt, we’d be a menace, wherever we hovered.
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Oh the fun... without sheep: Oh the fun... without sheep count boxcars! I was half expecting a riling morality narrative from the famed Boxcar Kids type novels. 12 or a 112 at midnight! Good choice for posting. And quite honoured at such graciousness. A success in putting together a railroad element with many other elements and themes so they interplayed intuitively.
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