Consider Incompleteness As A Verb.

Philosophers Say Man Forms Himself In Dialogue.

Desire Is No Light Thing.

We're Talking About The Struggle To Drag A Thought Over From The Mush Of The Unconscious Into Some Kind Of Grammar, Syntax, Human Sense; Every Attempt Means Starting Over With Language. Starting Over With Accuracy.

Meanwhile Music Pounded / Across Hearts Opening Every Valve To The Desperate Drama Of Being / A Self In A Song.

If Your Way Of Life Is Writing, Then Everything That Happens Becomes A Sentence.