The Living All Assemble! What's The Cue?--

I Am Overwhelmed By The Beautiful Disorder Of Poetry, The Eternal Virginity Of Words.

By Daily Dying, I Have Come To Be.

Too Much Reality Can Be A Dazzle, A Surfeit;too Close Immediacy An Exhaustion

Time Marks Us While We Are Marking Time.

What Have I Done, Dear God, To Deserve This Perpetual Feeling That I'm Almost Ready To Begin Something Really New?