Prose Is Walking; Poetry Is Flying

Perhaps Poetry Will Be The Canary In The Mine-shaft Warning Us Of What's To Come.

The First Step In The Journey Is To Lose Your Way.

I Will Find That Special Person Who Is Wrong For Me In Just The Right Way.

Is There A Mechanism Of Death, That So Mutilates Existence No One, Gets Over It Not Even The Dead?

Prose Is Walking; Poetry Is Flying