it's interesting that you choose to post after such a lengthy absence; that you 'crop up' to comment my poem a month or so ago...I wonder where you went, quite foten...like a few others here. Your absence leaves a hole. I have to say, the title was a touch pompous :P..hehe, but the poem itself seemed to convey an interesting mixture of the post-Romantic; surrealist, even Italian Futurist - it reminded me of a poem whose name and artist escapes me, about flying through the night and the 'sights' the narrator sees...I enjoyed as ever the imaginative syntax, the unique word choises "atrophied" etc...sometimes, towards the end it felt a little technically obvious: " Facing faint fears played From an echo's collapse -This fallen figure, my faded silhouette- -This broken trigger, my final regret-"...feels a bit like aliterative "overkill" on the f-sounds; that minor criticism aside it was a good poem, sparkled with creative and almost yearning language and I enjoyed it. I won't hold my breath for a renewed interest from you, but hopefully if you post again I'll get another opportunity to see where your poetry has picked up...nice one Josh

nice deep seeded emotion, must admit I needed the old wikipedia a couple of times, enjoyed..

a swirling vortex of amazing imagery with a fantastical feel and flow, even with its solemn kisses peppering the lines...

this was awesome. i enjoyed every word. very nice write. ~ta~