Come on, you Do you want to live forever?
Two bubbles found they had rainbows on their curves. They flickered out saying: "It was worth being a bubble, just to have held that rainbow thirty seconds.
I'm an idealist. I don't know where I'm going, but I'm on my way.
Poetry is the silence and speech between a wet struggling root of a flower and a sunlit blossom of that flower.
Arithmetic is where numbers fly like pigeons in and out of your head.
Poetry is a tracing of the trajectories of a finite sound to the infinite points of its echoes.