Hope Is An Echo, Hope Ties Itself

Poetry Is The Capture Of A Picture, A Song, Or A Flair, In A Deliberate Prism Of Words.

I Cried Over Beautiful Things, Knowing No Beautiful Thing Lasts.

I Took To Wearing A Black Tie Known As The Ascot, With Long Drooping Ends. I Had Seen Pictures Of Painters, Sculptors, Poets, Wearing This Style Of Tie.

Money Is Power, Freedom, A Cushion, The Root Of All Evil, The Sum Of Blessings.

I've Written Some Poetry I Don't Understand Myself.