'within the gazing ball of the infinite chromatic'
a great image in a poem that uncovers the inexplicable core of humanity, as fundamental as breathing. i was reading today about the red deer cave people and your poem left me thinking about them again, that sense of primal, the instinctive, almost forgotten ancestral core of man. fantastic writing.
i think this is extremely well crafted.
around the middle of this piece (from line 5) the syllable count of each word lends generously to the fascets being evoked by the theme, and then the last lines (5 lines) smooth out again,..as in the beginning of the piece.
you've employed a very intelligent strategy here that makes it impossible for the reader to not feel this poem - to go through it like it were a phenomon to experience...
i loved this poem- your wording is beautiful, and this poem is also very deep- it briefly explains the wonders and erupting possibilites coming from us prime creatures, all of whom came from very small and simple beginnings...
Aww man, I love 'through the tesseract pachinko machinations of imagination' - that's so vivid and so abstracted all at once. And seriously nice timing on 'the spectrum of wonder/ in the pause of a prismatic .... dewdrop/ a moment.'
Hmm. Takin us back to something but where? We know but we dont.
They say that when were born our whole brain is active however it becomes "nonaccessable" later. It is still a part of us and i think that in your work you like ti hit truly accessable parts we often leave aside.
Hope that was satisfying.
Getting my s**t together is a little hectic :(
I am a man , I breathe nature , I listen to the stars , I speak dream , music is my life blood , my words pour from my heart . I observe , my hands express .
Feel my words , look as deeply into yo.. more..