In the Quiet

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Hey Todd,

I really hope there is someone more qualified to crit this, I also want to thank you for your existence while I'm here.

I think about the spaces between words,
the way they stretch like miles of road
no one drives anymore. The strongest stanza in my opinion.

Even the air has forgotten
how to breathe. Probably not smart enough to comprehend this, it is a pretty line, but I can't quite wrap my head around the meaning of this stanza. I get conflicting thoughts and wonder whether this is meant to convey actual environmental concerns like the air is so heavily polluted in today's world, it doesn't even do it's job of providing oxygen to living beings, or if it's something more abstract and I'm just simply not getting it. I like its place however, sonically and rhythmically, and I found myself reading it over and over, so if it's job was to sit there and make me wonder what it means while I simultaneously enjoy reading it, I'd say it's done its job well. 

If not for my children,
I might have stopped
let the years wash memory clean All that abstraction and wondering about air for a haymaker back to reality. I'm not a fan of the sonics here however, breathe/clean feels a little forced, but I like the journey I'm on so far.

like the smoothness of stone
under tireless waters. And I'm satisfied, yearning for a bit more, but better short and sweet vs. a lead to detriment.

Don't really have any conclusory thoughts, still thinking about it.

Thank you,
mike