Show Him Every Dawn & Read To

So The Self Under The Eye Lies, Attendant And Withdrawn.

Nobody Knew The Iron Man Had Fallen. Night Passed.

As Popa Penetrates Deeper Into His Life, With Book After Book, It Begins To Look Like A Universe Passing Through A Universe. It Is One Of The Most Exciting Things In Modern Poetry, To Watch This Journey Being Made.

It Took The Whole Of Creation To Produce My Foot, My Each Feather: Now I Hold Creation In My Foot.

The World Rolls Under The Long Thrust Of His Heel. Over The Cage Floor The Horizons Come.