Time Is My Estate: To Time I'm

Human Life Runs Its Course In The Metamorphosis Between Receiving And Giving.

We Can Offer Up Much In The Large, But To Make Sacrifices In Little Things Is What We Are Seldom Equal To.

Superstition Is The Poetry Of Life.

After All, Poets Shouldn't Be Their Own Interpreters And Shouldn't Carefully Dissect Their Poems Into Everyday Prose; That Would Mean The End Of Being Poets. Poets Send Their Creations Into The World, It Is Up To The Reader, The Aesthetician, And The Critic To Determine What They Wanted To Say With Their Creations.

When I Say To The Moment Flying; 'linger A While -- Thou Art So Fair!' Then Bind Me In Thy Bonds Undying, And My Final Ruin I Will Bear!