The 'open text' often emphasizes or foregrounds process, either the process of the original composition or of subsequent compositions by readers.

This poem is one of a series, all of them elegiac in intention, and subject to the strange forces of mourning that let loose illogical developments, into impossible configurations of thought. The poem is built of non-sequiturs, because that's what's left in the wake of the death. We cannot follow the dead, whether they are persons or ideas. Instead we remain, but in a situation that, in their absence, makes no sense.

To some extent, each sentence has to be the whole story.

I was eventually to become one person, gathered up maybe, during a pause, at a comma.

A fragment is not a fraction but a whole piece

The idea of the person enters poetics where art and reality, or intentionality and circumstance, meet.

The 'open text' often emphasizes or foregrounds process, either the process of the original composition or of subsequent compositions by readers.