There are not many new thoughts in this poetry; just the thoughts that we each have; expressed in poetic form, and shared.  People are, if not outright convoluted, then enigmatic; at least some of us are.  Not special, just ... obscure.  And so this writing is perhaps at times ... obscure.  Most of it uses vivid imagery to construct a vaguely coherent presentation.  It is not that I can't write plain and simple ... It’s just that if I do then I am forced to say things; specific things ... to tell you something.  That is boring ... resolution is to boring.

Rather, let me begin somewhere simple and open it up into its possibilities.  Let me do this by being obscure.  Let the imagery speak to you.  At a second reading, let it be a suggestive metaphor that speaks to your imagination.  And at another level, let yourself speak back and tell the words upon the page just what they mean.  What I wish to say, the reason why any particular poem is written, is at another level and inaccessible to you ... Unless of course you are as convoluted, enigmatic, and obscure as I am.