Don't Sacrifice Yourself For Me. I Will

Talent Shuffles The Deck. Genius Brings A New Deck.

Rhyme And Meter Force Gaps In Meaning So The Muse Can Enter.

No Matter How Close Thought Sticks To The Actual, It Follows Its Own Rules.

My Mind Is Led Astray By Every Faint Rustle.

The Perfect Aphorism Would Achieve Classical Balance And Then Immediately Upset It.