All our words are but crumbs that fall down from the feast of the mind. (Kahlil Gibran)
It is here that I will share both poetry and prose corresponding to musings on the Surrealized Venn, always within the context of trying to understand while at the same time making assertions to move forward. The 2019 word cloud below offers any number of topics … all of which fall somewhere into the confluence of Surrealized. The entirety of the 35,000 words from 2019 have yet to materialize in complete form here and as Surrealized progresses, I expect their contributions to become clearer.