We Prove, We Do Not Explain, Our

Poetry Is The Art Of Creating Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads.

Poetry Is All Nouns And Verbs.

Does It Follow That Because There Are Poisonous Toadstools Which Resemble Mushrooms, Both Are Dangerous?

We Are What We Were At Birth, And Each Trait Has Remained In Conformity With Earth's And With Heaven's Logic: Be The Devil's Tool, Resort To Black Magic, None Can Diverge From The Ends Which Heaven Foreordained.

We Call Them The Brave Who Likely Were Reluctant To Be Brave.