The Next Move Is Always

I Drink To Keep Body And Soul Apart.

A Public Expectation, It Has To Be Said, Not Of Poetry As Such But Of Political Positions Variously Approvable By Mutually Disapproving Groups.

I Have Begun To Think Of Life As A Series Of Ripples Widening Out From An Original Center.

The Way We Are Living, Timorous Or Bold, Will Have Been Our Life.

My Body Was Braille For The Creeping Influences.