Poetry Is The Journal Of A Sea

Enough Small Empty Boxes Thrown Into A Big Empty Box Fill It Full.

In The Night The Cabbages Catch At The Moon, The Leaves Drip Silver, The Rows Of Cabbages Are A Series Of Little Silver Waterfalls In The Moon.

Poetry: A Sliver Of The Moon Lost In The Belly Of A Golden Frog.

A Man May Be Born, But In Order To Be Born He Must First Die, And In Order To Die He Must First Awake.

Poetry Is The Report Of A Nuance Between Two Moments, When People Say, 'listen!' And 'did You See It?' 'did You Hear It? What Was It?'