There Is No Other Way To Find

I Chose The Shadows; They Did Not Choose Me. I Stay Here Securely Not Just Because I Feel Plain, But Because Disappearance Is By Now The Easy Way. The Habit. The Worn Path That I Can Trod Knowingly And Be Assured Safe Passage Home.

Unless You Call Attention To Your Presence Who Will Know You're There? Even A Country Has To Weave And Wave A Flag As Proof Of Its Existence.

Poetry Is Fact Given Over To Imagery.

The World Needs Writers. We Will Always Be Necessary. There Are Few Professions That Can Claim That Distinction.

It Happens Just Because We Need To Want And To Be Wanted Too, When Love Is Here Or Gone To Lie Down In The Darkness And Listen To The Warm.