Now All My Teachers Are Dead Except

Laughter Was The Shape The Darkness Took Around The First Appearance Of The Light.

So This Is What I Am Pondering His Eyes That Could Not Conceive That I Was A Creature To Run From I Who Have Always Believed Too Much In Words

We Are The Echo Of The Future.

From What We Cannot Hold The Stars Are Made.

I Wouldn't Be Happy About Being Considered A Love Poet Or An Environmental - I Don't Want Any Of Those Tags.