Those Who Arrive At The End Of

Poetry May Make Us From Time To Time A Little More Aware Of The Deeper, Unnamed Feelings Which Form The Substratum Of Our Being, To Which We Rarely Penetrate; For Our Lives Are Mostly A Constant Evasion Of Ourselves.

There Is No Feeling, Except The Extremes Of Fear And Grief, That Does Not Find Relief In Music.

Time Past And Time Future What Might Have Been And What Has Been Point To One End, Which Is Always Present.

Light Light The Visible Reminder Of Invisible Light.

Do I Dare Disturb The Universe? In A Minute There Is Time For Decisions And Revisions Which A Minute Will Reverse.