I Am! I Have Come Through! I

Poetry Is An Echo, Asking A Shadow To Dance.

Not Often In The Story Of Mankind Does A Man Arrive On Earth Who Is Both Steel And Velvet, Who Is As Hard As Rock And Soft As Drifting Fog, Who Holds In His Heart And Mind The Paradox Of Terrible Storm And Peace Unspeakable And Perfect.

Tongues Wrangled Dark At A Man. He Buttoned His Overcoat And Stood Alone. In A Snowstorm, Red Hollyberries, Thoughts, He Stood Alone.

Men Of Ideas Vanish When Freedom Vanishes.

Poetry Is A Type-font Design For An Alphabet Of Fun, Hate, Love, Death.