Moose is staring at me. I feel sometimes like he is actually Big Brother.

Ok, so I loved that last method of picking a poem to review, so let's HAVE AT IT AGAIN! ROLL THAT WHEEL OF FORTUNE!!!

The Beautiful and Illustrious Hannah Ross got it this time, so I go to the first impulse:

Random Impulse #2 (No apparent title yet)

By: Hannah Ross

I would hate to be blind. Blind. Too blind. Be Blind. Hate blindness. Hackneyed blindness. Hard resemblence. Apple. Could you. Presently. What comes first. Chicken or egg. Egg. Neither. Blind. Hate. Sounds. Shrieking. Scathing. pain. Painful. Shut. Sound. Shut. Sister. Angry mad. Sister sister. Shares.. All my love. Love all my shares. My shares all love. Love. Hear. My thoughts hold my hear. I never saw her till I saw her. 209.209.209. Captive reviving. House furnished with love. Goodness.

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What I liked: The words. I like the way the words interact with each other and while sometimes a word breaks the chain that is being formed in my own mind as I read these words, it forms a new one, like a new paragraph, or a separate train car. All of it is still connected, only outside events have changed the form. Feels like echoes. Ripples, both past and present.

Improvements: Longer train cars maybe. I would like to see longer strands of thought. I also am unsure what the numbers mean and I feel like it loses some of the magic the first part contains around the part with the numbers. I think it picks up right before it ends though, so I guess yet another suggestion would be continuation from the end point.