Poetry Is A Subset Of

Because I Had Goodwill For All, I Thought All Were My Friends. And Then I Learned Of Treachery, That Some Preferred My End. It Wasn't The Goodwill I Felt That Made Someone A Friend. What Handy Day, The One I Learned The Meaning Of The Word. How Good To Know My Enemies (though Their Reasons Are Absurd!)

On Earth, Much Of The Wrenching Discomfort Of Emesis, Apart From The Sensation Of Nausea Itself, Is From The Coordination Of Many Muscles It Takes To Counter Gravity.

The Word "impossible" Is Not A Scientific Term.

Purity Of Heart Is Blooming The Same Colors In The Middle Of The Wilderness When No One Sees You.

We Are The Ancestors Of Those Gardening The Universe.