What Makes The Engine Go? Desire, Desire,

I Have Walked Through Many Lives, Some Of Them My Own, And I Am Not Who I Was, Though Some Principle Of Being Abides, From Which I Struggle Not To Stray.

The Poem Comes In The Form Of A Blessing, Like Rapture Breaking On The Mind.

In Every House Of Marriage There's Room For An Interpreter.

A Poet Needs To Keep His Wilderness Alive Inside Him.

I Dance/for The Joy Of Surviving, At The Edge Of The Road.