God, Is This All It Is, The

The Box Is Only Temporary.

Poetry, I Feel, Is A Tyrannical Discipline, You've Got To Go So Far, So Fast, In Such A Small Space That You've Just Got To Turn Away All The Peripherals.

I Started Adding Up All The Things I Couldn't Do.

If You Love Her", I Said, "you'll Love Somebody Else Someday.

With That Strange Knowing That Comes Over Me, Like A Clairvoyance, I Know That I Am Sure Of Myself And My Enormous And Alarmingly Timeless Love For You; Which Will Always Be.