sometimes poetry is the thing that escapes us when our minds are flourished
with colorful images and fantastical dramas meant to entertain and to enthrall.
Poetry is sometimes what escapes us when our pens run full and our papers lay
bare; poetry the thing that escapes us like animals fleeing from a fire. But
between brief glimpses of persuaded illusion and fanciful musing, there comes
enlightenment--and it comes like fire.