Poetry Is A Plan For A Slit

Strange Things Blow In Through My Window On The Wings Of The Night Wind And I Don't Worry About My Destiny.

An Ambition Is A Little Creeper That Creeps And Creeps In Your Heart Night And Day, Singing A Little Song, "come And Find Me, Come And Find Me."

Poetry Is Statement Of A Series Of Equations, With Numbers And Symbols Changing Like The Changes Of Mirrors, Pools, Skies, The Only Never-changing Sign Being The Sign Of Infinity.

Time Is The Coin Of Your Life. You Spend It. Do Not Allow Others To Spend It For You.

By Night The Skyscraper Looms In The Smoke And The Stars And Has A Soul.