I Try To Stay A Civilian, To

My Poems Are Political In The Deeper Sense Of The Word. Political Means To Live In Your Time, To Be A Man Of Your Time.

From The Place Where We Are Right, Flowers Will Not Grow In The Spring.

Behind All This, Some Great Happiness Is Hiding.

I’ve Never Been In Those Places Where I’ve Never Been And Never Will Be, I Have No Share In The Infinity Of Light-years And Dark-years, But The Darkness Is Mine, And The Light, And My Time Is My Own.

And As We Stray Further From Love, We Multiply The Words. Had We Remained Together We Could Have Become A Silence.