where is that place of “inspiration?”
is it a place i can go?
can i live there?
is it safe? reliable?
can i give too much?
what happens if i do?
can i overstep into something not real?
is restraint more real?
does restraint help that real thing ripen?
or can i live pouring into this day and this moment, first.
can i allow this moment to be too much.
am i believing too much in the clear lines and frames of words to hold heavy things, should i just let those burst as they are?
didn’t fanon say he didn’t trust fervor?