This poem came and snatched me out of my bed tonight. It seems, I have found someone who understands the importance of knowing both of these realms, how else to accurately tell a tale if you have not stood on both sides of the river? Too many writer/poets (people, myself included) rush to claim the high ground, but this makes us hypocrites who refuse to be honest with ourselves, refuse to explore that other part of ourselves; no, we do plenty of that when nobody's looking. Instead the "artist" should admit to their darker nature ––– not embrace it ––– or accept it, but just admit to it.
Then, the writer is again whole, the writer has merged. Free to create without guilt, without bias.
Without /lie
Sorry about the mini rant here, Phoen-ix, but I get excited when I find another who admits,
to their purgatory.