Grief Isn't All Tears.

Remember, We Are Mortal, But Poetry Is Not.

My Public Life Was So Demanding That I Wasn't Doing The Things That I Deemed The Most Important.

I've Always Thrived On The Encouragement Of Others.

So My Last Image Was As The First. A Sleeping Youth Cloaked In Light, Who Opened His Eyes With A Smile Of Recognition For Someone Who Had Never Been A Stranger.

I Remember When You Were Born, It Was Dawn And The Storm Settled Near My Belly. And I Rolled In The Grass And Spit Out The Gas, And I Lit A Match And The Void Went Flash. And The Sky Split And The Planets Hit, Balls Of Jade Dropped And Existence Stopped.