Poetry Keeps Longing Alive.

In The Sibling Society, Both The Adult And The Elder Get Lost, And No One Knows Where They Are.

I Wanted To Spend All My Time Writing Poetry. But When I Had Children I Couldn't Do That Anymore.

By The Time A Man Is 35 He Knows That The Images Of The Right Man, The Tough Man, The True Man Which He Received In High School Do Not Work In Life.

Some Men Live With An Invisible Limp, Stagger, Or Drag A Leg. Their Sons Are Often Angry.

One Could Say The Higher The Spirit Goes, The More Deeply The Soul Sinks Down Into The Waters Of Melancholy And Tragedy. Drowning In That Water Is As Sweet As Rising.