It's God - I Recognised Him From

Style Is That Which Indicates How The Writer Takes Himself And What He Is Saying. It Is The Mind Skating Circles Around Itself As It Moves Forward.

Love Has Earth To Which She Clings.

It Was Far In The Sameness Of The Wood; I Was Running With Joy On The Demon's Trail, Though I Knew What I Hunted Was No True God.

There's Nothing I'm Afraid Of Like Scared People.

Every Poem Is A Momentary Stay Against The Confusion Of The World.