The Gate Is Straight, Deep And Wide,

Listen, Real Poetry Doesn't Say Anything; It Just Ticks Off The Possibilities. Opens All Doors. You Can Walk Through Anyone That Suits You.

I Believe In A Long, Prolonged, Derangement Of The Senses In Order To Obtain The Unknown.

Windows Work Two Ways, Mirrors One Way. You Never Walk Through Mirrors Or Swim Through Windows.

All The Poems Have Wolves In Them. All But One. The Most Beautiful One Of All. She Dances In A Ring Of Fire And Throws Off The Challenge With A Shrug.

Let's Just Say I Was Testing The Bounds Of Reality...