Poetry: A Sliver Of The Moon Lost

The Greatest Cunning Is To Have None At All.

I Am! I Have Come Through! I Belong!

Poetry Is A Series Of Explanations Of Life, Fading Off Into Horizons Too Swift For Explanations.

Poetry Is An Art Practiced With The Terribly Plastic Material Of Human Language.

I Had Taken A Course In Ethics. I Read A Thick Textbook, Heard The Class Discussions And Came Out Of It Saying I Hadn't Learned A Thing I Didn't Know Before About Morals And What Is Right Or Wrong In Human Conduct.