Enough about words

I do not know the ending, not ever feeling that great. Busy is one way to put it. Have I decided to have too many goals running alongside each other? I slept through my alarm, woke 40 minutes later.

Perfecting a kind of stream of consciousness, working within a sort of twisting vortex of words. I have other things I actually need to write but like to leave behind scraps in this certain field.

It is special how words make me feel. But enough about that.

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I think his writing makes me want to be more specific. To not hide behind the words as it is so easy to do when talking about these concepts and ideas that circle around poetry, writing and reading.

There are the books on my shelf and then there are the books stacked on my desk. Those on the shelf are there for me later. The ones stacked on my desk are what are shaping my consciousness for the time being.

The goal is to not look away. A different statement once away from the page. Maybe a good list poem, What I look away from: the eyes of the beggar at Swift Ave….etc

The goal is to not look away. I am easily startled and look away from jump stares on the screen. This is not what I mean.