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This is the bast of your work. The absolute best. It is so telling.
“embedded memories now enslaved with all i gave… all they took
these years on planet earth not absorbing smarter… only sponging up the dumb”
This i do not believe. Life expierences make us what we are. You have learned and that is the problem. Many live through a glass darkly. A cliche i know but what the hell. You have seen through the dark; this is what the poet is struggling with—the image is embedded like a fossil in a rock.
taste buds so raw, could once climax with a mere drip of her souls passion, now only inhaling the scent of numb. Not numb, just asleep. the poet is the passion he was, maybe not at the same speed.
This is magnificant. My favorite. The images make me cry, but softly. There is so much here to like and digest.
“are there are still bits and pieces of good, still stuck in its drain” Yes there are! I wish i could sit down and create images and thoughts like this. A good poem evokes a feeling. This evokes many feelings, and leaves one almost vested in the thought. It is the kind of work that makes one search inside one’s own self. Like burnt toast it leaves a trace of itself upon the reader. SANDI