In the Dream's Last Deep Breath

As usual, I dreamt of libraries, books, and drawing realities.

(Digital)

I'm thinking about poetics today. It’s not going well. I often suspect my entire being is antithetical to written poetry, but I couldn’t tell you why. Maybe it’s because the images in my head are so abstract and so demanding, that when it comes to words I just want to get to the goddamn point.

I can’t decide if that’s a situation that needs changing.