So The Self Under The Eye Lies,

Nothing Has Changed Since I Began. My Eye Has Permitted No Change. I Am Going To Keep Things Like This.

Prose, Narratives, Etcetera, Can Carry Healing. Poetry Does It More Intensely.

With A Sudden Sharp Hot Stink Of Fox, It Enters The Dark Hole Of The Head. The Window Is Starless Still; The Clock Ticks, The Page Is Printed.

But Who Is Stronger Than Death? Me , Evidently .

The Bush Administration Doesn't Particularly Like Public Participation. It Makes Them Look Bad.