The Poem, For Me, Is Simply The

I Defer To All These Other American Poets Who, For Some Reason, I Both Envy And Admire.

Is It Not The Play Of The Mind We Are After? Is It Not That That Shows A Mind Is There At All?

What Does Not Change Is The Will To Change

Forgive Me If I Sleep Until I Wake Up.

Were All Moving, Moving, Moving. Isnt It Nice?