More poems need to be written and others need revised, but I’m feeling pretty fantastic about seeing my writing evolve.
What hierarchy / suggests / your impending / fruitions?
because all people everywhere / know that knowing causes / the greatest sorrow
Less building a perfectly sturdy house with all the bells and whistles and more finding shelter before a storm hits.
At one point I’m just focused on the other thing—Baduizm is blowing me away in these first songs—On and On is eternally (you realize) catching—but when I come back in these short interaction with writing, I see little things that can get lost in the big-picture.