I Cut My Own Hair. I Got

I Am Assured At Any Rate Man's Practically Inexterminate. Someday I Must Go Into That. There's Always Been An Ararat Where Someone Someone Else Begat To Start The World All Over At.

Nothing Can Make Injustice Just But Mercy.

Poetry Is About The Grief. Politics Is About The Grievance.

Haven't You Heard, Though, About The Ships Where War Has Found Them Out At Sea, About The Towns Where War Has Come Through Opening Clouds At Night With Droning Speed Further O'erhead Than All But Stars And Angels And Children In The Ships And In The Towns?

Poetry Is What Is Lost In Translation. It Is Also What Is Lost In Interpretation.