Alex on the poems "She knows the way we don’t open ourselves up and learn to slump when we walk. It’s okay April babies we know someday the world will want to talk. I keep seeing the purple centaur of Spring and know it is her. Our vision is so blocked we miss out on the spectral world. Free yourself in her spells. 5 years of April to make up for the other 25 toiling without her, poetry is my attempt to make up time."