being a wonderlander, i'm often time dyslexic and space synaesthesiae. this just made my synapses go into dissonance and neurons began to fire in rapturous befuddlement of newly invented meanings; undone!
i had forgotten the exercises prescribed to me in the creative workshop i took in fifth grade at meredith college, the summer before my first year in middle school until i read this poem. breaking up the lines that way.
it's easy to just read something, you know, but to see how the writer felt about putting the words on the page and realizing that it wouldn't be the same just writing it up and down. i imagine you COULDN'T have allowed yourself to just write it up and down.
You've simply reach the abstract minded thoughts with dimension and expansion...Superb! My underground friends call it close encounter of the 4th kind.
to me it seems there is a message amongst this raging and rabbling, you bring up some environmental issues (preservations, energies, plankton) mixed with a bit of emotion (love, romance, heart, emotion) and then you mention some medical terms and the whole concept of union and seperation - that's a lot for a short poem to conquer - brave soul you are
And then went down to the ship, Set keel to breakers, forth on the godly sea, and . . . Ezra Pound (TCOEP).
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