I Was 15 When I First Became

I Don't Think There's Any Difference Between A Crush And Profound Love. I Think The Experience Is That You Dissolve Your Sentries And Your Battalions For A Moment And You Really Do See That There Is This Unfixed Free-flowing Energy Of Emotion And Thought Between People, That It Really Is There.

Follow Me, The Wise Man Said, But He Walked Behind.

The Last Refuge Of The Insomniac Is A Sense Of Superiority To The Sleeping World.

Here Is Your Cross, Your Nails And Your Hill; And Here Is Your Love, That Lists Where It Will

Gift You Tell Me That Silence Is Nearer To Peace Than Poems But If For My Gift I Brought You Silence (for I Know Silence) You Would Say This Is Not Silence This Is Another Poem And You Would Hand It Back To Me