Unless You Call Attention To

We Will All Wake Up Semi-angels, If We Wake At All.

There Is No Other Way To Find Ourselves But In Each Others Faces.

A Poet Can't Afford To Be Aloof. The Tools Of His Trade Are The People He Bumps Up Against.

I Chose The Shadows; They Did Not Choose Me. I Stay Here Securely Not Just Because I Feel Plain, But Because Disappearance Is By Now The Easy Way. The Habit. The Worn Path That I Can Trod Knowingly And Be Assured Safe Passage Home.

Even When You Feel You've Reached The End Or Edge Of Life, Hold On. Life Itself Will Ultimately Take Care Of You.