James, you don't play with language, you play in it—to the pure delight of this reader!
Rhymically alive! And I love how we get different 'positions': ecstasy (beside oneself), descent (down steps, into dungeon) and ascendence (shadows rising). We appear to be everywhere in this nowhere (now here) place. So many points of view! Transcendent!
I love every line break. Each one serves a purpose. All the crazy, funny details -- Lethe sweating over it, the too much change, walls pissing . . . your eyes go everywhere, and keep moving.
It's all about looking, actually. Voyeuristic. So many shades of tone.
And more than this, because the final stanza undercuts, brings complexity and poignancy to the scene you've built. It's wonderful the way the poem moves to the memory of another person, another place, and an image of unrelenting greyness, and failure, really -- grey day, rain, grey paint -- that contrasts with the redlit gyrating underworld that precedes it. Trying to paint in the rain, especially grey—it's a great image to end with. It turns a fabulously decadent scene into something else entirely. Lots to meditate on, this poem.
So playful, and so much control of the language at the same time.
A wholehearted great big YES from me!
Cally
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