hm, i do like this but at the beginning i didn't find the turns of phrase very remarkable "The images inside my head swirl whites and blacks and greys;They count the woes and terrors born of all my numbered days." for example, but the poem just gets better and better

"He is my pa and husband, my brother and my son.He is the face of fate undone--for every man I've cared;The morn makes me the wiser for a world the dreams have spared." those are truly brilliant and thought provoking lines. As are the last two. But the 'He is my pa...etc" is really a great paradoxical line. I really enjoyed this. Its good to read something that, for once, is very talented and exctiing.though i do not know that 'for a morn to stay such dread.' really makes any sense.

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