...and Down They Forgot As Up They

One's Not Half Two. It's Two Are Halves Of One.

A Poet Is Someone Who Is Abnormally Fond Of That Precision Which Creates Movement. Which Is To Say The Highest Form Of Concentration Possible: Fascination; To Report On The Electrifying Experience Of Being

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Love Is The Whole And More Than All.

...on Forever's Very Now We Stand.