If A Poem Is Each Time New,

If A Poem Is Each Time New, Then It Is Necessarily An Act Of Discovery, A Chance Taken, A Chance That May Lead To Fulfillment Or Disaster

Only Silence Perfects Silence.

Attend To Mushrooms And All Other Things Will Answer Up.

With The First Step, The Number Of Shapes The Walk Might Take Is Infinite, But Then The Walk Begins To Define Itself As It Goes Along, Though Freedom Remains Total With Each Step: Any Tempting Side Road Can Be Turned Into An Impulse, Or Any Wild Patch Of Woods Can Be Explored. The Pattern Of The Walk Is To Come True, Is To Be Recognized, Discovered.

For Though We Often Need To Be Restored To The Small, Concrete, Limited, And Certain, We As Often Need To Be Reminded Of The Large, Vague, Unlimited, Unknown