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I awoke from a dead sleep in the middle of the night with the first stanza full sprung in my head. I scrawled it on a piece of paper in the dark and went back to sleep.
The next day I finished it over the course of several hours. It began as one thing but ended up an entirely different thing and that just amazes me.
In excess of no thing.*
The opening stanza sets a high mark. Great tone and image. Especially like the phrasings throughout. Noting wasted here. *
Enjoyed every word, image, sensation.
Neat.
You love the words and the words love you. I can tell.
(I've lost so many, promising myself to remember them in the morning. You MUST write them down...)
Oh I love this! The attention to these tiny tiny bits of dust that mean something. And I like your author comment.
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It feels like a vivid choreography of the voice.
wonderful, intense poem, Charlotte. *
Love the opening*
'like stolen moon dust.'
Sends me back.*