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it's not difficult to see where your mind goes when your eyes lose focus I've watched you go there so often I would need no map to follow you to the base of her world which you feel the need to hold up upon your shoulders but your head keeps spinning all the while and you enter into a trance, arresting you in that place between forgetting and remembering and watching you, I've come to realize the extent of the pain that you feel in reading the poetry you hide carefully among conversation, begging an unanswered question so we settle for the fact that six days will follow this one then seven more-- and seven more and seven more-- and weeks will give way to birthdays and Christmases until the forever of the rest of our lives still, there's the knowing full well the work from this day is not done and if not tomorrow, then soon we will be sad again. 28 July 2001.
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Do the first few stanzas remind anyone else of lyrics to a Cake song, or is it just me? (It's a good thing. Cake rocks my world. I want to marry their guitarist.) This is very nicely put together. It flows almost like an argument; it's not until the end of the poem that the whole picture is clear, but by the last line everything fits together. If you want to keep working on it, though, you could play a lot with the language on a line-by-line basis. Some of the phrases -- `that place between forgetting and remembering,' `unanswered question,' `the forever of the rest of your lives' -- are a bit cliched. It's as if the words themselved were undermining all the nice things you're doing with the structure and images of this one. It's definitely nice to have you back in the conference.
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