An Expert Is A Damn

Poetry Is A Sequence Of Dots And Dashes, Spelling Depths, Crypts, Cross-lights, And Moon Wisps.

Poetry Is A Search For Syllables To Shoot At The Barriers Of The Unknown And The Unknowable.

Hope Is An Echo, Hope Ties Itself Yonder, Yonder.

So I Turn Once More To Those Who Sneer At This My City, And I Give Them Back The Sneer And Say To Them: Come And Show Me Another City With Lifted Head Singing So Proud To Be Alive And Coarse And Strong And Cunning.

An Expert Is A Damn Fool A Long Way From Home.