You can't write drunk.
The future happens. No matter how much we scream.
When you get a class reciting some great poems, it'll tear your heart out.
In Eden who sleeps happiest? The serpent.
When poems are no good they don't make any sense.
We look and see what we see in a mirror, and we believe it. That's important, the question of belief. The question is: Should we believe what we see in a mirror?