I Have Always Intended To Live Forever;

There Are Two Versions To Every Poem – The Crying Version And The Straight Version

Little Sleep's-head Sprouting Hair In The Moonlight, When I Come Back We Will Go Out Together, We Will Walk Out Together Among, The Ten Thousand Things, Each Scratched Too Late With Such Knowledge, The Wages Of Dying Is Love.

I Have Always Intended To Live Forever; But Not Until Now, To Live Now.

The First Step In The Journey Is To Lose Your Way.

To Me, Poetry Is Somebody Standing Up, So To Speak, And Saying, With As Little Concealment As Possible, What It Is For Him Or Her To Be On Earth At This Moment