teal-ruffed jewel-black fumble bird
maladjusted, tart-tufted, huffed & puffed &
blew down its display,
sign read: “there will be no mating today,”
being a lover of words, poetry was the inevitable end to my search… i love words for several reasons- for the simple visceral pleasure that the syllables evoke, for the possibility of novel combinations… for poetry’s language distilled down to its essence- because all meaning is established through relation, through metaphor.
papers/lighter/text 
We definitely agree on that than. Syllabubbles and all meaning is context dependent, a relation between things, as you say. Perhaps these confluence of thought before the poetry explain why I like the outcome, the poetry, so much?
perhaps it is numinosity.
http://amateur.org.uk/
humans are excellent conductors of entropy… i think good poets have learned to tap into that state of mind.
now, i’m not much of a scientist, and this article had a lot of jargon, but it begins with an excellent quote, “mischief is the hot smoke that curls off the end of a lit intellect” and it goes on to talk about the way the brain actually processes language via metaphor
http://www.thehumanist.org/humanist/Krause.html