Time Marks Us While We Are Marking

I Am Overwhelmed By The Beautiful Disorder Of Poetry, The Eternal Virginity Of Words.

I Teach My Sighs To Lengthen Into Songs.

The Body And The Soul Know How To Play In That Dark World Where Gods Have Lost Their Way.

What Is Madness But Nobility Of Soul At Odds With Circumstance?

The Damage Of Teaching: The Constant Contact With The Undeveloped.