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 sorry, but I was born with a towel on my head.

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

O.K. I'm running out of appetite. Let this swirl- a bit like Crab Nebula- do for now.

What does not change is the will to change

Atlantis will rise again.

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