Demonic Words (unfinished old poem that feels good as it is)

[tun]

I made a book called Similar Highways, the first bunch of poems I wrote in flow states, then I used those as source material to piece together other poems in a labored way.
I wrote this one straight through, and had a few more ideas, so I left space to fill.
I may have finished the poem, I don't remember. When I found this version, I saw that being unfinished went with the theme of the poem, and I left it that way.

Demonic poetry is the need to continue when things are settled. Everything that is is enough, poetry adds and complicates.
I'm demonic in that sense.

I think story/ies are a fundamental structure upon which consciousness is formed/built, disposed or elaborated. I don’t think story is optional - but rather it is necessary, original and essential. This is because without story there can be no memory. Without memory, there is no real being. By story - we are to understand a representation of a destiny as an intelligible image - something which can be felt in the body and known by instinct - and therefore remembered.

When I encounter your poems, there is no story, no destiny, no question and no answer - there is nothing to remember, because there is no presentation of any reason for being. There is no interface/tension between logic and chaos that can generate meaning or memory. You are not telling me anything I need to know.