If the greatest god is the stillness all the motions add up to, then we must ineluctably be included.

What destruction have I been blessed by?

One can't have it both ways and both ways is the only way I want it.

Each poem in becoming generates the laws by which it is generated: extensions of the laws to other poems never completely take.

The walk liberating, I was released from forms, from the perpendiculars, straight lines, blocks, boxes, binds of thought into the hues, shadings, rises, flowing bends and blends of sight.

If the greatest god is the stillness all the motions add up to, then we must ineluctably be included.

In nature there are few sharp lines