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any comments on this poem?
Above the talk
indigo night
cools us enough
to reminisce, our
knife edge blunted
on language.
Musics ripple
through honey pools
of sound (jingling-glass,
crushed pebble), -- no
...skip-..s
..............S
.................splashes or ka-
Booms! -- so we sloosh
.........................between
the iron and muscle
jaws of dream
and vision.
The world is shrivelling,
time yawns and we will
die
but
death is so abstract;
Stars die,
we're melting.
We feel every
chord resonating
as a gong slow-hit:
wavering our bodies,
our ambiguity.
Your poem is very interesting, I've never seen a poem written in that format, its different but I liked it a lot, but you did kinda wonder here and there, but the wondering worked for it
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