You Stupefied Me. We Waxed, Carnivores, Late

Until Only Infinity Remained Of Beauty

All Beauty, Resonance, Integrity, Exist By Deprivation Or Logic Of Strange Position.

I Write With Experiences In Mind, But I Don't Write About Them, I Write Out Of Them.

Just When I Thought There Wasn't Room Enough For Another Thought In My Head, I Had This Great Idea—

I Often Wonder If I Am Suffering From Some Mental Dysfunction Because Of How Weird And Baffling My Poetry Seems To So Many People And Sometimes To Me Too.