If The Sky Falls They Shall Have

A Poem Is An Instant Of Lucidity In Which The Entire Organism Participates.

The Stone Is A Mirror Which Works Poorly. Nothing In It But Dimness. Your Dimness Or Its Dimness, Who's To Say? In The Hush Your Heart Sounds Like A Black Cricket.

The Highest Levels Of Consciousness Are Wordless.

The Poem I Want To Write Is Impossible. A Stone That Floats.

I Left Parts Of Myself Everywhere, The Way Absent-minded People Leave Gloves And Umbrellas Whose Colors Are Sad From Dispensing So Much Bad Luck