fitness to one’s environment is survival of the fittest
scribbling notes in the dark
mercurial saturnian
the damage from that time reverberates for years
I don’t know how I would justify my existence the space I take up on the planet if I didn’t create as I do
it does define me to myself
unstemmed
dropping my name
the destination of desire paths only becomes visible once you’ve followed them
would I ever have written even one book created one painting pulled together the strands of souls in one direction
if I weren’t terrified that no one could see should see
the flames and the smoke
the expression of someone who has been deeply somewhere else and hasn’t quite returned yet
we passed a church we passed a garden we pass another I will keep going
the iron aim of it life creating
ambitious survival reigns
there are always casualties of mastering passions