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I wonder if this might make a better prose piece. As poetry, it seems to be lacking a certain evocative quality.

I keep thinking about this, because I hate to be negative and unconstructive. I don't hate this, i felt nothing. That, to me, is worse. It is perfectly decent writing -- but there seems no point to it. I don't find any greater purpose. I am probably being ridiculously difficult here. The voice is clear, the writing is vivid and easily accessible -- that i love. It all comes down to a lack of direction. What are you saying with this? Why is it relevant to your audience?

• stephan