Iron Was Black And Sheenless, But Cleansing

This Is How It Always Is When I Finish A Poem. A Great Silence Overcomes Me And I Wonder Why I Ever Thought To Use Language.

Let's Get Away From All The Clever Humans Who Put Words In Our Mouth Let's Only Say What Our Hearts Desire.

What A Relief To Be Empty! Then God Can Live Your Life.

You Have Been A Prisoner Of A Little Pond I Am The Ocean And Its Turbulent Flood Come Merge With Me Leave This World Of Ignorance

I Cannot Stop Asking. If I Could Taste One Sip Of An Answer, I Could Break Out Of This Prison For Drunks.