&n'ow, word from the tedious sickness of[all]ego'humanus

if you only exist in the hearts and minds of men, then you are a god, but you exist in flesh and bone then and you are a man,
existing,
in the exiting existence :)

I
won't argue wit that, love......

just bein'th proverbial devilish advocate re: our myriad truths bout
what

exist

might or might not 'mean'....just an odd old wore-out bag'o'bones'n'blubber who likes't fuck'round wit his own ownly quickly disappearing mind

love,
dada'yo

It seems as if the shape of your poetry invents itself as you go along, like a bridge, about-to-assemble, to a destination from here to there to the next.

"invents itself as you go along"....

Absi, dear, kindalike ye nailed it, & so

.....precious be thee who knoweth 'how' to read of 'me'

you
nique..:)

you
tookind,
    sir

existin' ain't sheet itzta spiritual sheet that's happenin' here rM