behind the writing
i let these words bleed from my heavy veins,
pouring my inner delusions onto the page.
i don't think, just write.
it is my subconscious that shapes the elements.
that often quiet part of me is fed by
it's growing ascension of the known and unknown.
it frequently seeks out both,
forming its inquiries and discoveries into poetry.
YOU ARE READING
the written paradigm [a collection of poetry]
Poetrythe world through the poetic eyes of a passer by