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|Reviewed by Muhammad Al Mahdi
|Excellent. A very true statement at the highest level of literature.|
|Reviewed by Charlie
|I think I see where you're going with this. They're around a bon fire, each in turn stand out against the flames, while the others are in shadow... I hope I'm right here. If I am, I love the idea-- tribal members of the politician clan dancing in and sizzling in turn-- but I don't think this poem is quite "there" yet. I can't understand what "shunt that ever-moving seconds" means, nor the ending from "he is the enclosed...." to the end. I think the ending is just a matter of absent prepositions, and maybe different word choices in the "shunt" line. Good luck! --Charlie|