New Old Hat

[billy]

i know you stopped with this version but i missed the first write, is the poem meant to be punctuation free, is so you have some that needs removing, if not you have some that needs adding, mainly comma's. just nits. in general it's a solid read that allows the reader a glimpse of what the 1st person is going through at a point in their life.

Here is a rework. I love/utilized all the input and have been playing with the lines; advise? I hope to be repaying all of your kindnesses on the boards soon.

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I love words but stopped reading
two years ago when my eyes stopped would another word do as two stopped in two sentences is one two many
finding joy in it. Late nights by a hallway’s glow
after family went to bed or in college or
at any time in my life at any time of day

are now memories included in The Life I Had, which truth be told
is comprised of troubled working parts I abandon with great relief.

I once had a favorite book:
while it for so long encompassed the whole of me I no longer know
that it could anymore or which new story might. To simply listen
still robs the grit of lines embossed into a page; their shape it's like seeing is believing, just hearing isn't the same, how can you get lost in it if you can't see it. great line that has a feel of great loss.
and span and ink and even whether there was a serif made
the personality of each letter as they appeared
on a stage with curtains scalloped in the center. an excellent stanza. i like the play metaphor you have running through it.

I love painting but my vision burns the edges or middle off
details in the whole when I stand back to scrutinize. I cannot trust
my hands with the curves of a body or especially the fine grout in an eyelid.
I love walking but every proper or misstep fires from groin through thighs and
I love sleeping but do so now best in smaller increments during certain times and
I love swallowing and I love having an even pulse and I love
thinking outside the fog of frayed axons and I love
remembering and I love
I love I love
silver linings. I love knowing
why it is
I have become so very, very good at falling. it's rare to read so many loves that work in one poem. the last line poignant