If I'm not writing a thing, depression might be looming.
I see no reason not to write whatever comes to me.
Around you move many seas. It is impossible not to drown a little.
This is suffering's lesson: pay attention. The important part might come in a form you do not recognize.
You can't learn from remembering. You can't learn from guessing. You can learn only from moving forward at the rate you are moved, as brightness into brightness.
I don't write toward a genre, and I try not to make claim to a genre after a book is published. That said, The Guardians isn't poetry. It's prose.