He Who Cannot Howl Will Not Find

Silence Is The Only Language God Speaks.

A Poem Is An Instant Of Lucidity In Which The Entire Organism Participates.

The Poem I Want To Write Is Impossible. A Stone That Floats.

Wanted: A Needle Swift Enough To Sew This Poem Into A Blanket.

Inside My Empty Bottle I Was Constructing A Lighthouse While All Others Were Making Ships.