The Past Is A Bucket

I Could Safely Declare, I Am An Idealist... I Believe In Everything - I Am Only Looking For Proofs.

Poetry Is The Silence And Speech Between A Wet Struggling Root Of A Flower And A Sunlit Blossom Of That Flower.

Enough Small Empty Boxes Thrown Into A Big Empty Box Fill It Full.

I've Written Some Poetry I Don't Understand Myself.

It Was Here We Turned The Coffee Cups Upside Down. And Your Eyes And The Moon Swept The Valley.