Love Is Form, And Cannot Be Without

Of Rhythm Is Image / Of Image Is Knowing / Of Knowing There Is / A Construct

My Life Has Been Given Its Orders: The Seasons Seize The Soul And The Body, And Make Mock Of Any Dispersed Effort. The Hour Of Death Is The Only Trespass

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

Atlantis Will Rise Again.

One Loves Only Form, And Form Only Comes Into Existence When The Thing Is Born.