What Else Have I Done Nearly All

I Am! I Have Come Through! I Belong!

Poetry Is A Search For Syllables To Shoot At The Barriers Of The Unknown And The Unknowable.

My Room For Books And Study Or For Sitting And Thinking About Nothing In Particular To See What Would Happen Was At The End Of A Hall.

I Couldn't See Myself Filling Some Definite Niche In What Is Called A Career. This Was All Misty.

I Won't Take My Religion From Any Man Who Never Works Except With His Mouth.