Collection of the dark days

Duality in the truth

Poetry in motion
that phrase always confused me
What does it actually men
I managed to boil it down
to two possible meanings
either that,
motion is poetic
leaping, whirling, flowing
disjointed, stuttering, awkward
or
poetry is movement
leaping, whirling, flowing
disjointed, stuttering, awkward
mine is definitely the latter
confused & raw
with little direction & too much emotion
I suppose Bukowski was
indescribably
correct, when he wrote
"Each mans hell is in a different place, mine is just up and behind my ruined face"