Stasis. Darkness. Black blood flow.
Skies sheeted and overcast with the
Gloom of paralysed inertia.
The pale pallor of my face casts its own long dark shadows
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Wow! From the first line your poem captured my mind with an interior intentness, pulling me into it's fathomless depths! What an emotional death ride into a world so barren and cruel! Truly pointless to resist, your poem's intensity does not let go it's hold, using it's rhythm to hold onto the mind. Fantastic poem, superb and urgent feelings being felt throughout it! Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
Sylvia faced the blackness directly with great intensity, inspired by Robert Lowell. You have achieved a similar power with your magnetic rhythmic flow. This is poetry of a very high order. tom billsborough