there is autocorrect on the phones these days..smartphones
cell phones....a friend of mine was venting and was not swearing
so they were just hitting keys...but the fun i have too in hitting keys
is that the words that pop up in the suggestion window to touch
are words....words that i might not use or associate naturaly..
non machine and old hard copy dictionary.....but now you can just
punch buttons fast and hit send...i had a long long list of words
and letters put together diced in with other words.....like a code
for me it was mental playing but in reality it is a code...like the old
numbers works...letters game...directives in it.

so now im reading works backwards to feel them out that way
but even if its machine assisted...auto correct etc....
the random patterns are somewhat interesting to watch
and see even with this...

the human mind can stil catch patterns on a speed that machines
cant.....termites are mounds....they are a complex society like mans
i havent studied them to know their insect rituals about death or end
of purpose in that order..

all the way the work is presented suggests intellect
this poetry.....and the random is an event
the pondering hint in your comment on one work
makes me see that you view your poetry as art
and art is personal

so intimacy can be discussed now because
its the intimacy that conveys communication
like ads in that fifteen seconds it takes to
view an ad..hear an ad..be exposed to an ad..

maybe im an old poem hustler..ha ha ha
never thought of that...

see already your poem has gotten me underway
into expanding concept and perspectives
(already im doing this forever..but in a more
focus awareness now towards works here
and poetry past and present that i have been
exposed too...)

basic conceptual theories...
cognizance etc..