Look, Hasn't My Body Already

Who Do You Want To Be In Your One Wild And Precious Life?

There Is Only One Question: / How To Love This World.

What Misery To Be Afraid Of Death. What Wretchedness, To Believe Only In What Can Be Proven.

People Want Poetry. They Need Poetry. They Get It. They Don't Want Fancy Work.

Let Me Keep My Distance, Always, From Those Who Think They Have The Answers. Let Me Keep Company Always With Those Who Say “look!” And Laugh In Astonishment, And Bow Their Heads. (from “mysteries, Yes”)