The Truth Is Dark Under Your Eyelids.

He Who Cannot Howl Will Not Find His Pack.

The Stone Is A Mirror Which Works Poorly. Nothing In It But Dimness. Your Dimness Or Its Dimness, Who's To Say? In The Hush Your Heart Sounds Like A Black Cricket.

The Poem I Want To Write Is Impossible. A Stone That Floats.

Silence Is The Only Language God Speaks.

Poems Are Other People's Snapshots In Which We See Our Own Lives.