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This is wonderfully orchestrated, Martin--and synfully aesthetic! Especially liked the cliffhanging effect you got by holding off on the "breath" rhyme for so long--made the whole poem feel tensile to me. What a kicker that final clause is, too, especially so in the perfect parallelism of the couplet as a whole. I like being able to read it alternatively as "gaining momentum/through sunglasses," then "his thesis of the world/the world is like a photo". Thanks for posting this--Candice on 7/17/01 6:21 PM, Martin J. Walker at [log in to unmask] wrote: > _Media_ > I sense the pattern & I gasp for breath > green centres, shaded wrappings, technicolour lines > imaging the kind of muted scenic art > fits nicely with those green & weekend japes > a friend in verses romantically defines > > I like your feuds so roseately robed > a coloured ball around the cosmos twirled > with pigsblood (comic shrieks, slow motion gapes) > which brings us clichéd prizes for the heart > > : his multinaturalistic lotto > our recent epic of the fall bedaubed > though lacking the sensation of the latest deaths > gaining momentum, his thesis of the world > through sunglasses, the world is like a photo