The Etymology of Roots

lie irreversibly
as distant fallen fences against white winter,
as though the angle of repose is the imperative lesson,
there has never

I love that line...

Wow...this poem is great...just wow...

I liked how you switched from first person to third person without any specific notification.

"been any great purpose in corralling the anxious foals,
deflecting neighbors’ cattle, waiting in frost and black shadow
beside the grassy, algae-ed water trough for
the wrangler"

Perhaps the best stanza. Maybe it's because you used a lot of my favorite words.

"why the bitter taste in my mouth, why am I heating milk

at three in the morning, stirring in honey,
turning pictures to the wall even as I decide
where to hang them?"

God...I really choked up on this. But I'm quite positive I took it in the wrong direction.

And that is exactly why...that - what I mean to say is, like I...in other words...

Never mind. I wont even bother trying to form a coherent response to that. Once again, I am absolutely floored by your work Incandescence. I'd say well done, but, you know. That doesnt quite cover it.