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Like braided hair this: Like braided hair this touches the mind and heart about self and parents. Deeply moving.

There is a depth of sadness: There is a depth of sadness there that refuses to be fathomed.

and on these ruts and: and on these ruts and runnels  carved and smoothed by time and time again shall traverse until the final tolling of the bells

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Thank you: Thank you

Another one of your rather: Another one of your rather unique death poems.

With hypnotic energy, you: With hypnotic energy, you spun me into a fury of destruction and transformation. As the realm you breathed life into with dazzling imagery, crumbled in flame, you conjured a mysterious calm, the absence of life, except for the speaker “baptized in the ash”.   Such delightfully dark intrigue. Expecting a culmination of apocalyptic drama, you showed yourself to be a shrewd and exceptional poet with an abrupt psychological twist: a far more thoughtful, traumatic and identifiable response to tragedy.    Your last stanza hovered and stung like smoke over a lifeless world. The word "alone" still echoes.    A stunning achievement! Huge respect.