A poem is energy transferred from where the poet got it (he will have some several causations), by way of the poem itself to, all the way over to, the reader.

I'm one of the cliches that has grown up.

You can read everybody. It's not even interesting to tell the truth because to some extent it's false.

Fact is based upon vulgar matter.

This morning of the small snow I count the blessings, the leak in the faucet which makes of the sink time, the drop of the water on water.

A poem is energy transferred from where the poet got it (he will have some several causations), by way of the poem itself to, all the way over to, the reader.

There are no hierarchies, no infinite, no such many as mass, there are only/ eyes in all heads,/ to be looked out of.