Not recognizing what is real, does not count as evidence for what is not. And beyond language, beyond culture, possibly even beyond beings, there is a common denominator of insane and innate experiences within this shared space in the universe. Poetry, in its purest form, has no definite owner. The writer has no authority over the letters released into the...end of the song...for the writer is not capable of giving identity...life has been here before, the arbitrary constant....words always transcend the hand...like how the author implied... that the self is the universe.












