Hi Xo!
Thanks for sharing this intimate work! I love that you submitted something that isn't for us, and yet it's still a very beautiful and striking piece. The bouquet in space reminds me of a galaxy, and I'm not sure yet what to make of the different rotation speeds of the earth and the skull. Space-time displacements? Functions of relativity?
I'm not usually a fan of reduced interactivity, but I like how this piece invited me to ponder and slow down, and enjoy something not meant for me. I think this part of the experience intrigued me the most — the looking in on something intimate that's not mine, that I can't truly access. Poetry's forte is sound and symbol, and can exemplify these things in language. This poem (to me) does neither, and instead simply exists as it is; an impressionistic, imagistic poem. It feels different because most poems let you in, some even invite or draw you in, but this is a pristine beauty that I only know as a cusp. Intriguing work.
Thank you for challenging pre-existing notions of poetry, reader/artist relationship, and notions of agency in this piece! I'm going to be thinking about it for a minute. And thanks so much for being active in the Discord! Of course we'll keep it open and active, I hope to be there more once things in my personal life settle down. You rock Xo!!
Here's a little "playthrough" so you can see some live feedback: