The total wording in this poem gives it a depth that puzzles the mind. twisted symmetry, rewound wounds, cause the mind to think. The end "and I disappeared" was an unexpected finish.
Interesting alliteration between rewound and wounds. Looking at them, one would think they rhyme, but the peculiarities of our language give them different pronunciations. I may be interpreting incorrectly, but I think the rewinding of the wounds brought about a love that resulted in healing. And with that healing, the ego disappeared.
Feeling and healing may be more closely related than rhyme. We can't let pain define us but it is there to remind us when something is wrong or we need to stop and reflect. I think everyone at one point or another has dreamed of disappearing. Only the magicians among us have the act perfected.
ouch ... love can suck .. no doubt about it .. reading i feel the constraints .. an anaconda grip slowly devours .. sheesh .. when in such a grasp ... i feel the need for a weapon of some kind .. wire cutters maybe .. i think this poem is super emotive .. love it's brevity and a whole book worth of story .. you rock it sir! be well .. wishing you the best of the day
E.
Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..