For To Be Desperate Is

I See A Certain Order In The Universe And Math Is One Way Of Making It Visible.

Why Is It That People Who Cannot Show Feeling Presume That That Is A Strength And Not A Weakness?

You Will Always Be Here With Me; As Long As I Live, A Towering Figure Of Love.

I Would Like To Believe When I Die That I Have Given Myself Away Like A Tree That Sows Seed Every Spring And Never Counts The Loss, Because It Is Not Loss, It Is Adding To Future Life. It Is The Tree's Way Of Being. Strongly Rooted Perhaps, But Spilling Out Its Treasure On The Wind.

Try Making A Poem As If It Were A Table, Clear And Solid, Standing There Outside You.