Andrew ID 38.66 SP6

definately oboe.  I'd check your reed, mosquito.  I really like the idea of the last line, though the "psyche refurbished" part that builds toward it doesn't strike me at all.  In fact, nothing really builds outside of the thoughts.  How could you shape the poem (and by that I mean develop the thoughts into something compelling) without relying on overly simplistic statements?  I guess after "eroded" you really lost me.  This feels totally undeveloped.