Getting back to the poetry, such a fragile term, poetry, and though it may not be true most hear the word poetry and immediately think of the beauty of love, people, ideals, novelties, and other such feel good remedies. There should be such a word for poetry's antithesis, maybe a word that encircles the sinew of beauty and love; scrap might compel a truer expression. Scrap is where depression intersects with poetry, a sort of cynical romance where maybe for a moment of time two extraordinary worlds flutter by one another like passing butterflies, or a moth and a butterfly rather.