So I Cradle This Average Violin That

Much That Is Beautiful Must Be Discarded So That We May Resemble A Taller Impression Of Ourselves.

The Mind Is So Hospitable, Taking In Everything Like Boarders, And You Don't See Until It's All Over How Little There Was To Learn Once The Stench Of Knowledge Has Dissipated.

Most Reckless Things Are Beautiful In Some Way, And Recklessness Is What Makes Experimental Art Beautiful, Just As Religions Are Beautiful Because Of The Strong Possibilities That They Are Founded On Nothing.

I Feel That Poetry Is Going On All The Time Inside, An Underground Stream.

The Evening Light Was Like Honey In The Trees When You Left Me And Walked To The End Of The Street Where The Sunset Abruptly Ended. The Wedding-cake Drawbridge Lowered Itself To The Fragile Forget-me-not Flower. You Climbed Aboard. Burnt Horizons Suddenly Paved With Golden Stones, Dreams I Had, Including Suicide, Puff Out The Hot-air Balloon Now. It Is Bursting, It Is About To Burst