I Think A Poet Is Anybody Who

Ah, Current Music. What Would That Be? Ah, Really, A Lot Of It Sounds Defective To Me. It Makes Me Restless.

I Met A Young Man Who Was Wounded In Love, I Met Another Man Who Was Wounded In Hatred.

You're Gonna Have To Serve Somebody.

I Don't Think I'm Tangible To Myself.

When I Think Of Mystery, I Don't Think About Myself. I Think Of The Universe, Like Why Does The Moon Rise When The Sun Falls? Caterpillars Turn Into Butterflies? I Really Haven't Remained A Recluse.