You Must Believe A Poem Is A

What's Important? That Which Is Dug Out Of Books, Or Out Of The Guts?

What Is Desire?-- The Impulse To Make Someone Else Complete? That Woman Would Set Sodden Straw On Fire.

In A Dark Time, The Mind Begins To See.

I Bleed My Bones, Their Marrow To Bestowupon That God Who Knows What I Would Know.

Beginnings Start Without Shade,thinner Than Minnows.the Live Grass Whirls With The Sun,feet Run Over The Simple Stones,there's Time Enough.behold, In The Lout's Eye, Love.