Sometimes I Thought About Nothing And Sometimes

The Rhyme Always Knows Better Than You, And Leads You To Places Where You Wouldn't Otherwise Have Gotten To And That Is Absolutely The Case. Leading Off From Formal Poetry, There Is Something About When You Pay Attention To Form And You Allow It To Have Its Own Laws And You Listen To Those Laws You Really Do End Up In Places You Wouldn't Otherwise Go. Which Isn't To Say That I Believe In Following The Rules When I Write. I Don't. Each Of The Forms In My Books Feels To Me New.

I've Reached The Age Where Bruises Are Formed From Failures Within Rather Than Accidents Without.

All I Want Is Not To Die On A Day When I Went Unseen.

The Price We Paid For The Volumes Of Ourselves That We Suffocated In The Dark.

...larger Than Life...i've Never Understood That Expression. What's Larger Than Life?