Poetry Is A Sequence Of Dots And

You Know Being Born Is Important To You. You Know Nothing Else Was Ever So Important To You.

I Take You And Pile High The Memories. Death Will Break Her Claws On Some I Keep.

I Have Become Infected, Now That I See How Beautifully A Book Is Coming Out Of All This.

Poetry Is A Section Of River-fog And Moving Boat-lights, Delivered Between Bridges And Whistles, So One Says, 'oh!' And Another, 'how?'

Poetry Is A Kinetic Arrangement Of Static Syllables.