even when i wonder how i came to this place,
i understand what has to happen for this terrible fate to be eradicated from myself.
Much like i must eradicate all that knows my love...
or i would like to have had as my own.
A little place in which i may reign as king of my subjects and the uninitiated might bow before me.
With these terrible thoughts: I cause my trembling hand to become still, like the pond.
And hold the heft of the knurling with... a flair that only the one finger might move;
and cause all of these raging thoughts to become joined as one;
and then in the way only a nihilist might glorify;
become
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Written October 5th, 2004
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Fascinating take on the ( awareness ) of being aware.. The mind is a truly odd thing ..a tool, and not always a reliable one.. yet what fabrications it can create.. as the driver in this car we call self..
The end line... is classic
and then in the way only a nihilist might glorify;
become
~~Lisa -
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A little place in which i may reign as king of my subjects and the uninitiated might bow before me.
I also like the imagery of the pond/trembling hand. What is heft of the knurling? I will look it up myself when I get the chance also. To be honest with you, I can't offer much of critique here in terms of the negative. I liked this piece a lot. I thought it was a beautiful, filled with emotions of confusion, understanding, revelation. I've felt this way too as described in this poem. I hope you write back. I'd love to start a dialogue with you. From my experience with poetry, I know you can always tighten lines my omitting unnecessary prepositions and words. I like the way this poem ended, but I wonder if you could add more...I feel like you still have much more to say. lexicon of the neuron is a good title for this piece...i like...rarely do people use lexicon in place of word box/vocabulary. Neuron too is interesting. A very scientific term. Just curious..what inspired this piece?
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The title caught my eye, but I don't understand the poem at all. What's a knurl? I like the ending, the way you left out the nothing. You seem to have a habit of not capitalizing your lines. If nothing else, the first one should should be, I think.
I'm not sure why you would only want negative feedback, a little praise every now and again isn't bad. Besides, I prefer to be constructively critical, not negative.


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