Your Homecoming Will Be My

I Spill My Bright Incalculable Soul

Knowledge Is A Polite Word For Dead But Not Buried Imagination.

Time's A Strange Fellow; More He Gives Than Takes (and He Takes All).

...sunlight Is (life And Day Are)only Loaned:whereas Night Is Given(night And Death And The Rain Are Given;and Given Is How Beautifully Snow)

A Poet Is Someone Who Is Abnormally Fond Of That Precision Which Creates Movement. Which Is To Say The Highest Form Of Concentration Possible: Fascination; To Report On The Electrifying Experience Of Being