At times, I felt that poetry, at its best, is the only genuine form of philosophy, dissolving agency in the poetic pitch, evoking transcendence in the mundane. Certain poetry indeed produced that effect in me, dispensing with the need for chemical intervention. Hence, my humble, steady pursuit of the same.

I have much less confidence in my poetic output than in my philosophical work. But it is genuine as such, assaulting perspective from the deepest possible place. That felt like reason enough to share it here – a dessert course to all the other stuff.