Sandpaper, Bone And Grace

My god, I do.

When we're shoeboxed and labeled, it seems there's a barrier between us and that ethereal plane our poetry lives on -- what used to simply be a matter of stepping sideways now seems to require a whole ritual of fiddly locks and secret passageways.  What's really frustrating is that now we probably see more to write about than ever before, and it's so much more difficult to access.  

Technically, there's nothing I can even begin to suggest.  This is very potent writing and very painful reading.