Who Am I, Where Have I Been,

Back Of Every Mistaken Venture And Defeat Is The Laughter Of Wisdom, If You Listen.

Poetry Is A Tracing Of The Trajectories Of A Finite Sound To The Infinite Points Of Its Echoes.

Poetry Is The Arithmetic Of The Easiest Way And The Primrose Path, Matched Up With Foam-flanked Horses, Bloody Knuckles, And Bones, On The Hard Ways To The Stars.

In These Times You Have To Be An Optimist To Open Your Eyes When You Awake In The Morning.

Poetry Is A Type-font Design For An Alphabet Of Fun, Hate, Love, Death.