I’ve had the most liberating thought. It sent out ripples all round my mind and my heart and points in-between. Some sort of awareness about making tags for my poetry. Isn’t that the silliest thing to do? I’m not tagging my poetry anymore and I’m removing all of the tags from my poetry to date. What on earth was I thinking? I already know what my poetry means to me, but that’s just what it means to me and hardly a poem’s entire meaning. Thank god for that eventual sign of brain wave activity.