JP:
(Wachout for been sereus here. The coven'll eachu up.)
Quick comment: Reality, love, and the future are sort of generics. Politics, somehow, has a brand name.
The former three can be generalized magnificently, as you have done; while the latter is beyond the basics, it is what one does when the basics have been covered. It simply doesn't fit here, nicely though you like its sounds.
As you know from my posts, and from the comments from the matriarchy, I am a stick-in-the-mud, humorless and nasty, but, in my humorless and nasty opinion, you have expressed an extraordinary urge, compulsion, to "fly" in this poem - to fly, even when the airports are closed.
You have the ability to strike strongly with your words. It is a sort of power. You shouldn't allow yourself to be seduced by niceities or formulae. Your own intensity should not be sidelined. g. |
