The White Sun Like A Moth On

The Wonderful Workings Of The World: Wonderful, Wonderful: I'm Surprised Half The Time

I Am Grateful For - Though I Can't Keep Up With - The Flood Of Articles, Theses, And Textbooks That Mean To Share Insight Concerning The Nature Of Poetry.

If The Greatest God Is The Stillness All The Motions Add Up To, Then We Must Ineluctably Be Included.

Where But In The Very Asshole Of Comedown Is Redemption: As Where But Brought Low, Where But In The Grief Of Failure, Loss, Error Do We Discern The Savage Afflictions That Turn Us Around: Where But In The Arrangements Love Crawls Us Through

The White Sun Like A Moth On A String Circles The Southpole.