there is no last
the sounds alone last
all others get marched past
so will you also
no one knows
nor will you
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to me this poem has a reflective tone and is about "where / with whom will I be" ....sound is only an audible/comprehensible link used to connect with the soundless state
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I like the way you start each stanza with just a word, something to frame what comes after. and although it pales in comparison to the whole poem, just the first words can be read as a poem as well. an interesting thought to conclude: "i wonder which one i will hear last and how i'll be attached to that sound." like a good poem, it makes you think about the world through the senses. what sounds do i attach to in my day. it also made me think, hear last? like the last sound before the poet dies? what ushers you out of this life? a little morbid. but we all wonder where we'll be at the time of our death, what the finale will be like. nice poem.

and certainly, the thought has crossed my mind of and about my last moments on this earth, but never have I thought about what the last sound I might hear might be and how I might be attached to it. This is a thought provoking piece of work. Nice! ~ Geezer.
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I like it very much, it is a strong and original poem.

I do have some personal observations:
it started static for me. The other stanzas all started with two words which gave a better feel for flow than the single words which started stanzas one and two. Perhaps they do not have to stand alone to stand out.

Line three was of such fluid beauty, "to whimsical passionate Jazz," that line six seemed a poor cousin. From this point I only experienced beauty.

"the acorns’ clatter on the forest floor" this really came with light, I really opened to it!.

the philosophical puzzle at the end is also very nice.

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