Beauty Makes One Lose One's Head. Poetry

The Poet, By Composing Poems, Uses A Language That Is Neither Dead Nor Living, That Few People Speak, And Few People Understand We Are The Servants Of An Unknown Force That Lives Within Us, Manipulates Us, And Dictates This Language To Us.

The Artist Must Know How Far To Go Too Far.

The Composer Opens The Cage Door For Arithmetic, The Draftsman Gives Geometry Its Freedom.

The Speed Of A Runaway Horse Counts For Nothing.

Poetry Is Indispensable - If I Only Knew What For.