brilliance in one stroke of the pen, no matter how many strokes it took to write it fully, it began with just the one, the one that matters.  you started strangly, but strange is better than predictable, and strangly predictable, so I have to commend you on that, for sure.  does it sometimes seem like everything is taken, well, when I read this poem I knew otherwise, because that one stroke of genuine "its mine and mine only" told me that there was still some things out there to be captured and called my own.  this is a poem to be cherished for that reason, and many more similar reasons.  keep up the work.