09-19-2025, 01:43 PM
(09-19-2025, 04:30 AM)rowens Wrote: There is no 'But' for you.
As for me, there are only buts. That's how poems are made when I write them and post them. There is always but. This is the very performance. I have no choice. The self is no other than this play of buts. The pauses aren't my choice. They are compulsions. They are anything I call them. My whole being is compulsions. They are love but actually they are compulsions disguised as love. Which is how poems are compulsions as poems. People chip away and add this and that. The poems simply come and that's it. This is the same many people, they seem to experience it as time.
Why is it that my voice is immediately unique and recognizable as belonging to me only?