The ingeniously pseudonymed poet with the ellipsis, I'm assuming you are saying that your train of thought storms off to a place of internal reflection due to the original placement of words by cat. Your mind is also probably wondering how an animal manages to capture the conflicts of humans and their battles with their past, their present, and their future. But it doesn’t stop there you say out loud, "who is this cat?" Is it a cat, a co-worker, your best friend, the person you saw at the bus stop, the entity that created the universe. You can say it sucks if that makes you feel better, but I know that an ellipsis stands for the emotions that can’t be said, because you are so choked up and lost for words, that’s why you write, that’s why I write, because there is just so much that I can’t… so thank you, thank you for your well thought out comments, I appreciate them.

you are right, it's a bit wordy, i liked the poem that you linked, but thats not my writing style...but i like what it said and how it said it, i don't know how someone gave that a one, maybe it was the old man in my poem...

no it's not an actual observation, unless you call my observations on how people get off the path of self realization and on to the path of bitterness and intolerance and end up going backwards instead of forward...

Fuck you is two words too, isn't it sunshine?

I didn't know you were Greek, are you? You know how many poems I'v had written about how much cock and smack I suck? many, you're not a full fledged member of poemranker until you're gangraped.

little paranoid are we?