The Poem, For Me, Is Simply The

One Loves Only Form, And Form Only Comes Into Existence When The Thing Is Born.

All That Matters Is That The Thing Be The Thing Of The Thing.

Of Rhythm Is Image / Of Image Is Knowing / Of Knowing There Is / A Construct

Were All Moving, Moving, Moving. Isnt It Nice?

A Poem Is Energy Transferred From Where The Poet Got It (he Will Have Some Several Causations), By Way Of The Poem Itself To, All The Way Over To, The Reader.