O Lord, Deliver Me From The Man

Every End Is A Beginning...and Every Beginning Is An End.

Poetry Is Not A Turning Loose Of Emotion, But An Escape From Emotion.

Accident Is Design / And Design Is Accident / In A Cloud Of Unknowing.

If Time And Space, As Sages Say, Are Things Which Cannot Be, The Sun Which Does Not Feel Decay No Greater Is Than We. So Why, Love, Should We Ever Pray To Live A Century? The Butterfly That Lives A Day Has Lived Eternity.

I Said To My Soul, Be Still, And Wait Without Hope, For Hope Would Be Hope For The Wrong Thing.