Whatever Music You Beat On Your Drum

What You Must Accept Is That Your Life Is Not Going To Be The Same While You Are Writing.

Whatever Music You Beat On Your Drum There Is Somebody Who Can Dance To It.

The Emperor Would Prefer The Poet To Keep Away From Politics, The Emperor's Domain, So That He Can Manage Things The Way He Likes.

The Lizard That Jumped From A High Iroko Tree To The Ground Said He Would Praise Himself If No-one Else Did.

After A War Life Catches Desperately At Passing Hints Of Normalcy Like Vines Entwining A Hollow Twig.