Perhaps This Very Instant Is Your Time.

... Politics Are Nothing But Sand And Gravel: It Is Art And Life That Feed Us Until We Die. Everything Else Is Ambition, Hysteria Or Hatred.

I'll Lie Here And Learn How, Over Their Ground, Trees Make A Long Shadow And A Light Sound.

Poetry Is Often Generations In Advance Of The Thought Of Its Time.

The Measured Blood Beats Out The Year's Delay.

Stupidity Always Accompanies Evil. Or Evil, Stupidity.