I Knew Life Began Where I Stood

I’ve Been Here Before, Dreaming Myself Backwards, Among Grappling Hooks Of Light. True To The Seasons, I’ve Lived Every Word Spoken. Did I Walk Into Someone’s Nightmare?

Poets Are Seen As The Caretakers Of Language, So Working With Words No Matter What The Form Is What We Do.

I Am This Space My Body Believes In.

I Think Of Language As Our First Music.

I Knew Life Began Where I Stood In The Dark, Looking Out Into The Light.