My Own Experience Is That A Certain

To Gain Your Own Voice, Forget About Having It Heard. Become A Saint Of Your Own Province And Your Own Consciousness.

If You Want To Make Order, Put Your Own Heart In Order, And, Having Put One's Heart In Order, One Can Regulate The Family Order.

Sometime I’ll Lay Down My Wrath, As I Lay My Body Down Between The Ache Of Breath And Breath, Golden Slumber In The Bone.

A Poem Is Like A Radio That Can Broadcast Continuously For Thousands Of Years.

How Sick I Am! That Thought Always Comes To Me With Horror. Is It This Strange For Everybody? But Such Fugitive Feelings Have Always Been My Metier.