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I Know I'm Not God, Are You? Don't Be Silly. God? God? Everybody's God? Don't Be Silly.

I Saw You, Walt Whitman, Childless, Lonely Old Grubber,poking Among The Meats In The Refrigerator And Eyeing The Grocery Boys. I Heard You Asking Questions Of Each: Who Killed The Pork Chops? What Price Bananas? Are You My Angel?

I Had A Moment Of Clarity, Saw The Feeling In The Heart Of Things, Walked Out To The Garden Crying.

The Only Thing That Can Save The World Is The Reclaiming Of The Awareness Of The World. That's What Poetry Does. By Poetry I Mean The Imagining Of What Has Been Lost And What Can Be Found - The Imagining Of Who We Are And The Slow Realization Of It.

Man’s Usurpation Over Nature Is An Egotism That Will Destroy Human As Well As Whale Kingdoms. … Academies Should Return To Wisdom Study In Tree Groves Rather Than Robot Study In Plastic Cells