Poetry is an art practiced with the terribly plastic material of human language.
Revolt and terror pay a price. Order and law have a cost.
Poetry is a type-font design for an alphabet of fun, hate, love, death.
Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.
What is there more of in the world than anything else? Ends.
The moon is a friend for the lonesome to talk to.