The… dream, let’s call it, and at least in one manner, was always to be able to create a piece of writing over the space of one whole month and see how it turns out. Not an automatic rhythmic word splurge that has become the absolute normal for my scribbles now. Sure it makes descriptive sense and sure there is much more eager thought behind it than I ever give it credit for with people who might ask and wonder. Anyhow… one month, and I have tried this before and it’s never, EVER happened, to create a piece of poetry, I’m happy to finally hold my hands up and call it. One month to… really dip and delve inside of each word, to really make it… read like… a piece of descriptive poetry even I can be partial to perhaps wanting to read. Even reread! Even maybe… love? Even maybe… so much as actually SEE IT IN MY MIND. Hasn’t happened yet. Coman, surely I can’t be blind in-the-mind forever… can I?