Of Rhythm Is Image /

A Poem Is Energy Transferred From Where The Poet Got It (he Will Have Some Several Causations), By Way Of The Poem Itself To, All The Way Over To, The Reader.

The Heroes Of The Present Will Retreat To The Imitation They Are Anyhow.

This Morning Of The Small Snow I Count The Blessings, The Leak In The Faucet Which Makes Of The Sink Time, The Drop Of The Water On Water.

What Does Not Change Is The Will To Change

Fact Is Based Upon Vulgar Matter.