I'm Sorry, But I Was Born With

Were All Moving, Moving, Moving. Isnt It Nice?

Not One Death But Many, Not Accumulation But Change, The Feed-back Proves, The Feed-back Is The Law

You Don't Help People In Your Poems. I've Been Trying To Help People All My Life - That's My Trouble

The Body Whips The Soul. In Its Great Desire It Demands The Elixir In The Roar Of Spring, Transmutations.

Knowledge Is The Harvest Of Attention