Above All, We Ask The Poet To

Love, Like Truth, Is The Unassailable Defense.

Of All The Errands Life Seems To Be Running, Of All The Mysteries That Enchant Us, Love Is My Favorite

To Begin To Understand The Gorgeous Fever That Is Consciousness, We Must Try To Understand The Senses And What They Can Tell Us About The Ravishing World We Have The Privilege To Inhabit.

Violets Smell Like Burnt Sugar Cubes That Have Been Dipped In Lemon And Velvet.

For If I Do Something, I Never Do It Thoughtlessly.