Read! Read All The Time, The Understanding

He Speaks Truly Who Speaks The Shade.

Black Milk Of Daybreak We Drink It At Sundown.

There Was Earth Inside Them, And They Dug.

Only Truthful Hands Write True Poems. I Cannot See Any Basic Difference Between A Handshake And A Poem.

A Nothing We Were, Are, Shall Remain, Flowering: The Nothing--, The No One's Rose.