Don't Be Agnostic - Be Something.

Let Cloud Shapes Swarm, / Let Chaos Storm, / I Wait For Form.

A Breeze Discovered My Open Book And Began To Flutter The Leaves To Look

A Voice Said, Look Me In The Stars And Tell Me Truly, Men Of Earth, If All The Soul-and-body Scars Were Not Too Much To Pay For Birth.

For Me The Initial Delight Is In The Surprise Of Remembering Something I Didn't Know I Knew. I Have Never Started A Poem Yet Whose End I Knew.

I Go To School The Youth To Learn The Future.