The Poem, For Me, Is Simply The

Dead, Hung Up Indoors, The Kingfisher Will Not Indicate A Favoring Wind, Or Avert The Thunderbolt.

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

What Does Not Change Is The Will To Change

A Poem Is Energy Transferred From Where The Poet Got It (he Will Have Some Several Causations), By Way Of The Poem Itself To, All The Way Over To, The Reader.

One Perception Must Immediately And Directly Lead To A Further Perception