Somehow I feel that this is the perfect time to be inspired. I don't know why, but I just feel that it is. And what better way to extract inspiration than to go back to the first piece of poetry that I considered to be "real"? Reincarnation By Angelo Suarez Cut your skin and pry yourself Open with the knife of old eloquence And let the searing pain gyrate Within your senses. Let a hundred Synecdoches and similes bleed Their way out of capillaries, Out of veins and through areteries, And gush into a pool of synergies Of images…