Greetings sindbad !

This is your sixth day port raid as part of you "A Week of Port Raid Package" from "Magical Express Delivery Wagon"  gifted to you by your Secret Valentine. May you'll find this review an inspiring and encouraging one.

Without much a do, here are the things I found out after reading your offering:

Despite the darkness, there's an insistent and almost relentless life force in this poem. It pulsates through natural imagery, bodily descriptions, and a sense of relentless motion. "Stars exploding," "smoldering flesh," "screaming underneath the asphalt," are all disturbing, yet each implies a powerful energy just below the surface of things. This is the raw energy of existence that the poem refuses to sanitize.

In much of the poem, beauty coexists with the grotesque in shocking proximity. But through this, potential emerges. Lines like "In-between we make love like beasts…we coil as smoke" present primal connection alongside violence, all leading to an evocative "breathing out". It hints that a kind of messy rebirth is always possible, even from the seemingly ugliest things.

This piece uses sounds skillfully to enhance meaning. Phrases like "incredulous drone" or "shivering and stars" have sonic qualities that linger in the mind and enhance the sense of a vibrant, even if unsettling, inner world. Additionally, there's a sense of urgency in the choppy rhythm of some sections, like "the dark, the dark". This rhythmic rush mirrors the relentless cycles the poem describes.

This is not about tidy answers, but about forcing the reader to confront uncomfortable truths within themselves. Lines like "The city is stuck on the windshield again" might evoke the relentless way inner anxieties intrude on daily life. By shocking us into deeper self-observation, the poem becomes a tool for emotional exploration.

Poems like this offer catharsis to readers who wrestle with dark or visceral emotions. It shows they are not alone and that overwhelming moments don't need to be hidden. It validates the fullness of the human range even when it includes intense discomfort, horror, or confusion.

You repeatedly refers to things we can't quite grasp: lost children, paths strangled by darkness, and otherworldly events. In leaving these unresolved, the poem shows uncertainty – and even fear – to be fundamental facets of human life that exist alongside our capacity for love, sensation, and the will to persevere.

This is indeed a beautiful piece. Thank you for sharing this to us! Write on!

Best regards,
Gervic