To Be Running Breathlessly, But Not Yet

Caught Between The Tongue And The Taste.

Poetry - Poiesis Means A Thing Made.

You Can Never Know Enough, Never Work Enough, Never Use The Infinitives And Participles Oddly Enough, Never Impede The Movement Harshly Enough, Never Leave The Mind Quickly Enough.

Why Does Tragedy Exist? Because You Are Full Of Rage. Why Are You Full Of Rage? Because You Are Full Of Grief.

He Was Trying To Fit This Herakles Onto The One He Knew.