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.
Come on, you Do you want to live forever?
Poetry is a kinetic arrangement of static syllables.
The drum in a dream pounds loud to the dreamer.
There are dreams stronger than death. Men and women die holding these dreams.
Poetry is a sequence of dots and dashes, spelling depths, crypts, cross-lights, and moon wisps.