EQ: How can I express the last four years of my life through poetry? 

Sometimes I think I chose the most neurotic passion. Or fell into, rather than chose. These poems come from a Jenga tower of thoughts. It’s really just all the knowledge, the Wikipedia articles and dust jackets, that keeps me going. One thought leads to another, which stacks atop another until there are champagne facts in every direction. And it’s considerations as well, of technique and style. But when things go smoothly it’s all these things rapidly, as if these separate machinations find a way to work in tandem. I guess this is what is called being in the groove.

The first draft is usually born under something approaching these circumstances, but it is filled with loose threads, big stanzas, confused on who it wants to be. Sometimes it’s days later, looking back, that I can see all the cracks. It’s almost never instant; I am too enamored with the miracle to change it. This is the slow crawl back, the somber acknowledgement that it wasn’t really as great as I remembered. These are the other drafts. 

I don’t know what I don’t know. That seems self-explanatory, but it’s in the questions for the CR. I guess I don’t know what I have yet to learn.