The Poet: Would Rather Eat A Heart

Beginnings Start Without Shade,thinner Than Minnows.the Live Grass Whirls With The Sun,feet Run Over The Simple Stones,there's Time Enough.behold, In The Lout's Eye, Love.

A Terrible Violence Of Creation,a Flash Into The Burning Heart Of The Abominable;yet If We Wait, Unafraid, Beyond The Fearful Instant,the Burning Lake Turns Into A Forest Pool,the Fire Subsides Into Rings Of Water,a Sunlit Silence.

Civilization Is Over-rated, But There Isn't Much Else.

A Lively Understandable Spirit Once Entertained You. It Will Come Again. Be Still. Wait.

Art Is Our Defense Against Hysteria And Death.