This I can't help, the fire within I try to say nay but nay it is to kin
This music in my soul, it needs a singing bowl This freedom in my lips, it needs a tap O drips
These winds of thy awry They rip & shred & die
The howls of the one remain They leave their ****** stain
Non-sensical words amok Non-sensical days tick tock
Points of Synchronicity: The most significant element of this poem is its synchronistic date. It occurs on the same day as a Dream I call The Awakening of The Artist. Unlike many other dreams, it had no content, or at least no content I could remember. Yet its message was clear: The Awakening of The Artist.
After this day the poetic rate of inception begins to skyrocket. As does the rate of inception in other artistic mediums. Within the context of poems, one can see this quite clearly by observing that the first 16 poems happened in 444 days (D9000T -> D9444T) whilst the next 16 poems happened in approximately 6 days. This rate of poetic inception has continued more or less since.
Beyond the synchronicity of the Awakening of The Artist, it also seems to usher in the incorporation of more Alien / Symbolic / Transformed language; language that without the appropriate mappings could be viewed as Nonsense, and yet with the appropriate mappings the sense in the Nonsense can be found.
Points of Representation: There are corresponding intonations & visuals for this poem & they help bring the essence of the poem to the forefront, but the distribution of such will have to wait.