Men Will Clutch At Illusions When They

And Now I Am Ready To Keep Running When The Sun Rises Beyond The Borderlands Of Death. I Already See Mountain Ridges In The Heavenly Forest Where, Beyond Every Essence, A New Essence Awaits.

I Have Defined Poetry As A 'passionate Pursuit Of The Real.

The History Of My Stupidity Would Fill Many Volumes.

The Child Who Dwells Inside Us Trusts That There Are Wise Men Somewhere Who Know The Truth.

On The Day The World Ends A Bee Circles A Clover, A Fisherman Mends A Glimmering Net.