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o.k. you’ve cracked…
I take back what I said. You’ve haven’t crack. You’ve splintered a little. The allure of poetry to me, however, is the beauty of the language or the form on the page over using language as a end to create meaning. I know you just don’t create meaning in this piece. There is word play, rhyme etc. It is though, sometimes, I feel you fall prey to the sort of dogma constructs you abhor. Or maybe this poem’s simplicity is a sort of facade. Well, maybe, but the lines, and don’t get this the wrong way and block me, are unattractive to me in anything other than being put on the page to create meaning. I do like the little gremlin fella–sort of the trickster in all this and his evolution in being flows with your language. There I tried to give you a quality response. Block me if you wish.