Silence Is The Only Language God Speaks.

A Poem Is An Instant Of Lucidity In Which The Entire Organism Participates.

Inside My Empty Bottle I Was Constructing A Lighthouse While All Others Were Making Ships.

A Poem Is An Invitation To A Voyage. As In Life, We Travel To See Fresh Sights.

The Truth Is Dark Under Your Eyelids.

The Plain Truth Is We Are Going To Die. Here I Am, A Teeny Spec Surrounded By Boundless Space And Time, Arguing With The Whole Of Creation, Shaking My Fist, Sputtering, Growing Even Eloquent At Times, And Then-poof! I Am Gone. Swept Off Once And For All. I Think That Is Very, Very Funny.