The People Will Live On.the Learning And

Poetry Is A Kinetic Arrangement Of Static Syllables.

The Fog Comes On Little Cat Feet. It Sits Looking Over The Harbor And City On Silent Haunches And Then Moves On.

I Take You And Pile High The Memories. Death Will Break Her Claws On Some I Keep.

Poetry Is A Sequence Of Dots And Dashes, Spelling Depths, Crypts, Cross-lights, And Moon Wisps.

Who Am I, Where Have I Been, And Where Am I Going?