There Are No Hierarchies, No Infinite, No

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.

Forgive Me If I Sleep Until I Wake Up.

Whatever You Have To Say, Leave The Roots On, Let Them Dangle And The Dirt Just To Make Clear Where They Come From.

We All Want What's Been Suddenly Disallowed.

I Don't Live For Poetry. I Live Far More Than Anybody Else Does.