I Want Nothing From You But To

I Got About Half The Time I Wanted To Write Poetry. I Got About Half The Time I Needed To Be A Father. So There Is Something In Adulthood That Has To Do With Accepting The Half Of Things, Allowing A Renunciation Of The Other Half, Accepting Half A Basket Instead Of A Full Basket.

When An Elder Turns To Face The Dead, That Means He Turns Away From Facing The Future And His Own Retirement In Phoenix, Let's Say. He Turns And Finds Himself Facing The Children.

Sociological Prose Can Tell You Everything, But It Can't Point Out The Grief.

The Dead Made This World. We Didn't Make It. They Made The Poetry And The Songs And The Customs.

... Where A Man's Wound Is, That Is Where His Genius Will Be.