Few of the felt human complexities are surges that are hidden without the slightest propensity for discovery. Some are in retrospect, while some are envisioned, in a séance, or even devoted faith. I have discovered mine in poetry. Some will find the content a replica of their thoughts as if drawn from within their inner wavelength, and some will find it controversial. I say it is poetry that reflects the dim past to the present and the fickle future.