I Have A Life That Did Not

Where But In The Very Asshole Of Comedown Is Redemption: As Where But Brought Low, Where But In The Grief Of Failure, Loss, Error Do We Discern The Savage Afflictions That Turn Us Around: Where But In The Arrangements Love Crawls Us Through

To Be Saved Is Here, Local And Mortal

Thats A Wonderful Change Thats Taken Place, And So Most Poetry Today Is Published, If Not Directly By The Person, Certainly By The Enterprise Of The Poet Himself, Working With His Friends.

Each Poem In Becoming Generates The Laws By Which It Is Generated: Extensions Of The Laws To Other Poems Never Completely Take.

In Nature There Are Few Sharp Lines