If The Sky Falls They Shall Have

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

I Slept Little, Read A Lot, And Fell In Love Frequently.

Words Make Love On The Page Like Flies In The Summer Heat And The Poet Is Only The Bemused Spectator.

Poetry Is An Orphan Of Silence. The Words Never Quite Equal The Experience Behind Them.

The Highest Levels Of Consciousness Are Wordless.