The Eyes Of The Dead Are Closed

It Is Excruciating To Be An Unbeliever With A Spirit That Is Deeply Religious.

The Poet, By Composing Poems, Uses A Language That Is Neither Dead Nor Living, That Few People Speak, And Few People Understand We Are The Servants Of An Unknown Force That Lives Within Us, Manipulates Us, And Dictates This Language To Us.

The Poet Doesn't Invent. He Listens.

Children And Lunatics Cut The Gordian Knot Which The Poet Spends His Life Patiently Trying To Untie.

Mirrors Should Think Longer Before They Reflect.