3.18

New Poem – No Wonder Why.

Started a lot of new other stuff but its viewpoint is very tightly wound around a specific susceptibility.

One that proved quite fascinating to me, but also kind of has the quality of Barf right now —

Writing sometimes throws itself up in a manic, disgorges suddenly, especially after an unexpected singularity thats grown unbearable, all round –

But was also heightened to begin with and had escalated, a beautiful misery even, mourning precious lengths went to – and on the verge of extinction –

Cavorts for rapture, to capture, pulse and mystery, its very last feral breadth –

And then The Thing goes rushing all about after anything sullen but exquisite – to help ease the tremors down. And save whatever it can, no regrets.