Poetry - Poiesis Means A Thing Made.

Words Bounce. Words, If You Let Them, Will Do What They Want To Do And What They Have To Do.

M: Is He Smart I: She Yes Very Smart Sees Right Through Me M: In My Day We Valued Blindness Rather More

It Is For God To Fix The Time Who Knows No Time.

Existence Will Not Stop Until It Gets To Beauty.

Give Me A World, You Have Taken The World I Was.