What Does Not Change Is The Will

O.k. I'm Running Out Of Appetite. Let This Swirl- A Bit Like Crab Nebula- Do For Now.

I Defer To All These Other American Poets Who, For Some Reason, I Both Envy And Admire.

I Was Playing Catch With The European Audience.

I Take Space To Be The Central Fact To Man Born In America. I Spell It Large Because It Comes Large Here. Large And Without Mercy.

Forgive Me If I Sleep Until I Wake Up.