If I was of a weaker mind or estrangement of my soul I would view past events as if I had the responsibility or ownership of failure. But not I. I do not conjure up false images of real people or real images of false people then cry foul when reality does not meet the insanity of my fantasies. But not I. I will not waste my time belittling phantom heroes who disappoint me knowing they most likely reflect my neurosis. But not I. I know sand castles are not of concrete and steel made footprints in the sand will not hold water and if my whole life is spent walking through graveyards of dead moments, then I know I have never lived.
R. Olaf Erich is a 50+ times published poet who lives in the great state of Wisconsin, Green Bay, to be exact. Erich is a twelve-year veteran of the United States Marine Corps and holds a BS in philosophy with concentrations in religious studies and environmental ethics.