We live in the time of the colossal upright oblong.
Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess about what is seen during the moment.
After the sunset on the prairie, there are only the stars
Poetry is a diary kept by a sea creature who lives on land and wishes he could fly.
Poetry is a mock of a cry at finding a million dollars and a mock of a laugh at losing it.
An ambition is a little creeper that creeps and creeps in your heart night and day, singing a little song, "Come and find me, come and find me."