The Only Way Round Is

My Definition Of Poetry (if I Were Forced To Give One) Would Be This: Words That Have Become Deeds.

Here Are Your Waters And Your Watering Place. Drink And Be Whole Again Beyond Confusion.

Let's Get My Incantation Right: "i Wish I May, I Wish I Might" Give Earth Another Satellite.

Meditate Nothing. Learn To Contemplate. Contemplate Glory. There Will Be A Light. Contemplate Truth Until It Burns Your Eyes Out.

I Turned To Speak To God About The World's Despair But To Make Bad Matters Worse I Found God Wasn't There.