Perhaps, poetry straddles between the science of knowing, and the art of writing. And I am not sure how to confront puzzles. The worlds viewpoint, ideas and experiences. The array of thoughts, forms and technologies. Disguise of morality and prosperity, founded upon the language of pragmatic thinkers. A remarkable aim of finding cognitive semantics. As electrons we meet in electronic disguise. A degitalized era of art and fantasy. A striking rejuvenation of thoughts and philosophy. Missed connections, and existential poetry. The cacophony of imprinted verbatim. The struggle between privacy and piracy. A lost generation. And the new age prophecy. Reality perfected and projected with crafted imaginations. An encounter with the god within. A hope to reach out to the world and tweet about it. A hinted invitation to everyone globally. I am as drunk as anyone can get, and as sober as one can be. A direct deeper play of structure. This might be...