When You're Older You Want To Learn

It's Lack That Gives Us Inspiration. It's Not Fullness.

You Don't Organize Metaphors . . . You Explode Them.

Let The World Burn Through You. Throw The Prism Light, White Hot, On Paper.

We Are The Miracle Of Force And Matter Making Itself Over Into Imagination And Will.

The Stars Are Yours, If You Have The Head, The Hands, And The Heart For Them.