Choice Is A Signature Of Our Species.

A Poem Records Emotions And Moods That Lie Beyond Normal Language, That Can Only Be Patched Together And Hinted At Metaphorically.

Smell Is The Mute Sense, The One Without Words.

Things That Live By Night Live Outside The Realm Of 'normal' Time And So Suggest Living Outside The Realm Of Good And Evil, Since We Have Moralistic Feelings About Time. Chauvinistic About Our Human Need To Wake By Day And Sleep By Night, We Come To Associate Night Dwellers With People Up To No Good At A Time When They Have The Jump On The Rest Of Us And Are Defying Nature, Defying Their Circadian Rhythms.

Above All, We Ask The Poet To Teach Us A Way Of Seeing.

Look In The Mirror. The Face That Pins You With Its Double Gaze Reveals A Chastening Secret.