Oh, that was kind of creepy. Me like. :D

There are so many lines in this I'd like to pick out and parade around, but that'd pretty much be the whole poem. I love the reoccuring schizophrenic. At first he seems like a backdrop and then you realize he's the star of the show.

More of the rhythm and repetition. :) You pull it off, my dear.

feels like a sunday, if that makes sense. all the images and thoughts and emotions you wrote about (as beautiful as ever) come together and feel so...sunday-ish. anyway: the poem feels so meaningful and global and at the end so small and personal, which is a wonderful thing. i had no idea you were back on this website, but i come on so on-and-off, but it's great to see your writing again (even if fictionpress murders formatting).