Liberty Is A Different Kind Of Pain

My Life Is Light, Waiting For The Death Wind, Like A Feather On The Back Of My Hand.

And Voices Singing Out Of Empty Cisterns And Exhausted Wells.

Between The Desire And The Spasm, Between The Potency And The Existence, Between The Essence And The Descent, Falls The Shadow.

Business Today Consists In Persuading Crowds.

Poetry Is Not An Assertion Of Truth, But The Making Of That Truth More Fully Real To Us.