Each In The Cell Of Himself Is

Encased In Talent Like A Uniform, The Rank Of Every Poet Is Well Known; They Can Amaze Us Like A Thunderstorm, Or Die So Young, Or Live For Years Alone.

Our Claim To Our Own Bodies And Our World Is Our Catastrophe.

We Are All Here On Earth To Help Others; What On Earth The Others Are Here For I Don't Know.

Between The Ages Of Twenty And Forty We Are Engaged In The Process Of Discovering Who We Are, Which Involves Learning The Differences Between Accidental Limitations Which It Is Our Duty To Outgrow And The Necessary Limitations Of Our Nature Beyond Which We Cannot Trespass With Impunity.

Weep For The Lives Your Wishes Never Led.