Time of our Lives

[tectak]

I want to respond before I read the previous comments, knowing that i will succumb to insecurity about my thought in the wake of those words...
Every image seems to flash a brief light on the those darknesses between columns of light of consciousness. I know these interims. I lived in those shadows most of my life. Thank you for the candle.
I am fending off the jaded consequence of absorbing your intent. Although I love those lacunae of time...twilight, dusk, midnight, ides...the void between worlds is too frightening. The vacuum of uncertainty won't let me breathe in there.
But, I don't want you to change one word. Why risk undermining such impact with over-thinking?

Thanks softly,
You find pragmatism a difficult state to be in. I know that it is an advantage to have deep thoughts always on the surface because I do not. I am of the long held belief that too much analysis causes paralysis and so am relatively soul-less in my approach to poetry. You, on the other hand, have an impertinent muse, who lives free board within you. I do, therefore, steal your verbose and honest comments...you may not believe that, because that is symptomatic, but it is true, nonetheless. I appreciate your candour. Thanks.
Best,
tectak