Descending upon the throbbing flesh like a serpent
With venom exploding
From each bit of thy deceiving, stupefying frame
I view thee, as an offering
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I appreciate the feeling of almost co-dependency the poet appears to have with Agony. As though through the constant fimiliarity the poet feels both subjugated by, and also the ultimate goal of, Agony. Youve mentioned the feeling of the poet at the later stagest find a stronger voice, yet still giving superiority to the Agony. I heard instead the poet almost claiming ownership of the Agony, as though the poet was in fact the reason for Agony's existance, and had absorbed the Agony into the poets being. Also I did hear pride in the tone of the poem. That the poet in some way likens the attention of Agony as something that defines them. And a feeling that it is better to know and understand and embrace something negative, then to branch out into the unknown.
Agony and ecstasy both has beauty... I love this piece.. Re read again and again...