Otherness

When one makes a poetic literary collective, one doesn't concoct a book. Unless he's creating a verse cycle, each rhyme is a complete thing, a moment, an event caught, say, like a swallowtail with a net. The only condition resembling motif is the affective thread being touched and touching every transience to be held in equipoise, plus that more or less unique way each soul expresses itself. In effect, one could say, then, that this collection, Otherness, is that merely, "merely" understood...