Be What You Are. Give

We Have All Been Expelled From The Garden, But The Ones Who Suffer Most In Exile Are Those Who Are Still Permitted To Dream Of Perfection.

Live In The Layers, Not On The Litter.

A Longing For The Dance Stirs In The Buried Life.

An Old Poet Ought Never To Be Caught With His Technique Showing.

How Shall The Heart Be Reconciled / To Its Feast Of Losses?