To Be Saved Is Here,

Though I Have Looked Everywhere / I Can Find Nothing Lowly / In The Universe.

Poetry Leads Us To The Unstructured Sources Of Our Beings, To The Unknown, And Returns Us To Our Rational, Structured Selves Refreshed.

The Wonderful Workings Of The World: Wonderful, Wonderful: I'm Surprised Half The Time

Anything Looked At Closely Becomes Wonderful.

I Have Reached No Conclusions, Have Erected No Boundaries, Shutting Out And Shutting In, Separating Inside From Outside: I Have Drawn No Lines