O.k. I'm Running Out Of Appetite. Let

I'm Trying To Climb Up Both Walls At Once.

We All Want What's Been Suddenly Disallowed.

You Don't Help People In Your Poems. I've Been Trying To Help People All My Life - That's My Trouble

Of Rhythm Is Image / Of Image Is Knowing / Of Knowing There Is / A Construct

The Poem, For Me, Is Simply The First Sound Realized In The Modality Of Being.