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The Moon Is A Friend For The Lonesome To Talk To.

Poetry Is The Journal Of The Sea Animal Living On Land, Wanting To Fly In The Air. Poetry Is A Search For Syllables To Shoot At The Barriers Of The Unknown And The Unknowable. Poetry Is A Phantom Script Telling How Rainbows Are Made And Why They Go Away.

I'm An Idealist. I Don't Know Where I'm Going, But I'm On My Way.

Poetry Is The Arithmetic Of The Easiest Way And The Primrose Path, Matched Up With Foam-flanked Horses, Bloody Knuckles, And Bones, On The Hard Ways To The Stars.

The Scholars And Poets Of An Earlier Time Can Be Read Only With A Dictionary To Help.