In The Catacoombs Of My Soul Comments
The deep of the depth,
is truly deep. It rises
and falls in the drip.
These catacoombs of my
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Your poem has a dance within it. One can move through the reading as if they're actually moving to music full of expression. I especially loved the lines, 'Here we shuffle skeletons/ and rub bone against bone.' Well done. Thanks!
I might have known that I would find your comment here. You don't let the gems slip by, even the deeply buried ones. It only takes a few words for the poetic feel to come thru in a comment.
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7/19/2025 7:05:55 PM # 1.0.0
It is gripping and chilling, the way you bring the reader along to experience the decay and composting of life stages. This is the status of those deposited layers which undergird your present consciousness.No wonder you say WICKED NOSTALGIA and EMPTY GAS TANKS. Your pictures are not rosy, and moral support will not reach that far. But your passion for truth is something you share with those earlier selves.