(i Measure Time By How

I Long For The Imperishable Quiet At The Heart Of Form.

(i Measure Time By How A Body Sways.)

Should We Say The Self, Once Perceived, Becomes The Soul?

You Must Believe: A Poem Is A Holy Thing - A Good Poem, That Is. The Poem, Even A Short Time After Being Written, Seems No Miracle; Unwritten, It Seems Something Beyond The Capacity Of The Gods.

In The Kingdom Of Bang And Blab.