all my poems deal in dichotomy. i qualify and sort. i break down and dissect.
if there were a chance to create from wholeness, i would hope to have taken it by now.
that’s not entirely true — there are some poems that seem to have a unified vision, some clarity of purpose. but for the most part i deal in the spaces between the stitches holding our wounds together.
just like me. you are what you write. and i am the piecemeal man.
Dark Matter 
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