| = patientscape|
|i felt like carressing the all-out, leathery smoothness of the poem...|
it is simply great! It's not the poet's surgery that captivated me - but rather the "patientscape" - as if this creature were forever ailing in its inner decantation mechanism applied to his own organs...being addicted to self-inflicting surgeries...
- i would dare to suggest a little change:
[the patient moves
the world breathes.]
| = any tremor could kill the verse|