An Old Poet Ought Never To Be

Darling, Do You Remember The Man You Married? Touch Me, Remind Me Who I Am.

The Universe Is A Continuous Web. Touch It At Any Point And The Whole Web Quivers.

A Poem Has Secrets That The Poet Knows Nothing Of.

Deftly They Opened The Brain Of A Child, And It Was Full Of Flying Dreams.

The Unconscious Creates, The Ego Edits.