Poetry - Poiesis Means A Thing Made.

Existence Will Not Stop Until It Gets To Beauty.

Time Isn't Made Of Anything. It Is An Abstraction. Just A Meaning That We Impose Upon Motion.

Desire Is No Light Thing.

Love Dares The Self To Leave Itself Behind, To Enter Into Poverty.

It Is Easier To Tell A Story Of How People Wound One Another Than Of What Binds Them Together.