I'm Trying To Climb Up Both Walls

A Poem Is Energy Transferred From Where The Poet Got It (he Will Have Some Several Causations), By Way Of The Poem Itself To, All The Way Over To, The Reader.

Is It Not The Play Of The Mind We Are After? Is It Not That That Shows A Mind Is There At All?

There Is A Grace Of Life Which Is Still Yours, My Dear Europe.

One Perception Must Immediately And Directly Lead To A Further Perception

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