What Is Poetry Which Does Not Save

And Now I Am Ready To Keep Running When The Sun Rises Beyond The Borderlands Of Death. I Already See Mountain Ridges In The Heavenly Forest Where, Beyond Every Essence, A New Essence Awaits.

Love Means To Look At Yourself The Way One Looks At Distant Things For You Are Only One Thing Among Many.

I Am Not My Own Friend.time Cuts Me In Two.

When A Writer Is Born Into A Family, The Family Is Finished.

Even If That Is So, There Will Remain A Word Wakened By Lips That Perish, A Tireless Messenger Who Runs And Runs Through Interstellar Fields, Through The Revolving Galaxies, And Calls Out, Protests, Screams.