1981 essence of a poem to me. That’s all.
It’s the essence of things captured and put away for safekeeping.
An intangible personal haven for the essential things in life.
It’s the very thing that makes us feel the world embrace us with its awkward yet loving arms.
The carefully discarded scraps of minds embellish the white wilderness for all to stalk, conquer and consume.
To separate our souls from rapture is to never open the cages that had always been unlocked.
Intrinsically it possesses the ability to sustain our lives as well as cease them.
It’s this paradox that creates a perpetual search for the freedom and pride found in each written pulse.
It’s the essence of things captured and put away for safekeeping that gives us the direction and takes us to a better place.