Conjugation

I am sitting outside at dawn on Otty Lake, where I live, in the woods. The light is coming over the trees, and each morning the poem is written as if right while it is being read… The lyric weaving of honesty about the self-toward revelation & transformation. My poetics has widened, here, to include more space, more primitive sounds and glyphs, less metaphor, less anecdote, more tangential conjugating… My poetics, in its growing inclusiveness, is not sad but hopeful. The term "conjugation" r