We Tend To Put Poems Into Factions.

Much That Is Natural, To The Will Must Yield. Men Manufacture Both Machine And Soul, And Use What They Imperfectly Control To Dare A Future From The Taken Routes.

I Haven't Written Anything In Four Years. I'm Sort Of Dried Up.

I Don't Think Of Sex As A Self-destructive Impulse.

We Tend To Put Poems Into Factions. And It Restricts Our Reading.

Direct Me Gods, Whose Changes Are All Holy, To Where It Flickers Deep In Grass, The Moly.