First poetic statement

Everything in the world is in a state of deterioration, or slipping away. Theologically, this phenomenon stems from the moment creation and mankind fell. Everything struggles to be born in a state of peril.

Faith, in practice, is a stunted and stuttering motion, like dancing with sprained, broken, and bruised limbs. Our perception of reality, also, is like looking through dusty window panes or murky water.

There must be an effort to connect to previous generations of writers and thinkers; failing to do so is arrogant, disregarding all previous human experience as totally irrelevant to myself, now. Poetry can, and should, whenever possible, be informed / enriched / transformed by studying others.