Poetry as biographical sketch. Or was it biographical sketch as poetry? What happens when your life dissolves like a pile of sugar in a tidal wave - do you stand strong, run, collapse, or grin into the shadows? The poems here reflect a period in the author's life when he did all of the above in different orders with varying results and redemption waiting around the corner. Practically, this is poetry as survival. Partially, it's an ode to getting lost in order to be found. Ultimately, it's a love letter to poetry.