seven-hundred-and-thirty-one steps away

[i am the robots]

Reception! What wonder.
Bringing voices from miles upon miles away.
And meanings and words in speech.
Like sweetness, the melody, angels wings.
As the lips of grace are brushing my ear.
Blind and seeing. Stone is breathing.
Frozen, thawing. Reborn and renewed.
Like moths breaking from cocoon
And flying to flames and dying for the fire.
I'm just hopeless. I'm just hopeful.

[SuperID]

Meh, it gives many implications yet none of them too clear. But it's mostly good.

[AlmightyHustle]

I have trouble understanding exactly what it means. There's a lot of ideas and none of them are really built on though. Still, I'll come back to it later when I can make more sense of it.

[i am the robots]

It's about being back in contact with a really close friend I've been out of contact with for a while.

[mutt]

was your friend a moth? Just asking!

[Surf]

I like the moth metaphor; its one I've used before (albeit a little differently) :)

This is ok, but i get a very big sense of disjointment - there's alot of imagery, but you flick from one to the next very quickly. When you do expand a bit more (like the moths line), your message becomes alot clearer and it all flows alot more. Maybe take out a few of the more hastily explored ideas and focus on a few key concepts.

Because of this, I'd trim the forth and seventh lines and get into the others a bit more, there's some really good stuff there which just needs a bit more encouragement.

[i am the robots]

I expanded a little.