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why?—not n3ce$s@ry.
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A most interesting shape and manner of format. As direction changes and one letter runs into another. As the use special characters replace a normal letter they take on new meaning. To an obtuse soul like me a bit obscure. Mind provoking none the less. If I were to put myself in the place of the writer with no one touching impurity I would be left a lonely soul with no human touch.
You nailed it, Soren…the form fractures like lies under scrutiny, leaving touch as the one forbidden grace. And about n3ce$s@ry…I spelt “necessary” in an unnecessary way, just like asking “why?” in that moment is unnecessary. Anywho, was the whole idea. Thank you, as always, my friend! ⚡🩸🪞💔
You are most welcome Tristan have a great day
Not now Tom! How did he get on here? lol.
I think Popeye (damn it. Innit strange he always makes it in…) tossed him a 🛟
This is only my take, someone is laughing and mocking at the misery (possibly that they have caused), only to happy to highlight it to everyone. Then seen as damaged goods they walk away, apart from that I have no idea!!. A enjoyable mind bender this one
Tobani, exactly…the poem rigs beauty against rot and then lets the mocker smile. Your “mind bender” read is spot on; thanks for seeing the nastiness beneath the shine. ⚡🩸🪞💔
You are very welcome
A little like my dreams - after they've been extended, distorted, they are often enjoyable in their own right, so I just accept without understanding.
And so it is here. Though I doffs me cap at the amount of energy it must take to construct one of your word, or rather letter sculptures, Tristan.
Dave, that dream comparison hits perfectly…distortion that becomes its own beauty. And “letter sculpture” might be the best description I’ve heard yet. Grateful as ever, my friend. ⚡🩸🪞💔
If you were confessing impure thoughts to the priest, you would be doing hail Marys till the day's end.
Just remember, you can look, but you cannot touch, well, not to you put a ring on a finger.
Glad, lookings free.
I felt it was describing how I feel during those extreme emotional short bursts. Some words stretch themselves, finally dissolving into- why were they at all important. I know I got it wrong. But I thought of sharing my unfiltered feeling.
A fave.
Initially, this format drove me crazy, but I pushed myself to adapt to it. Although I'm uncertain about the outcome, your poem skillfully explores themes of isolation, existential questioning, and the complexity of human emotions, particularly in the face of suffering and the pursuit of purity. The speaker grapples with feelings of despair and the search for understanding in a world that seems indifferent to their plight.
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