Is it possible to write a poem or are these words just screams of outlaws exiled to the desert?

There is a moonlight note in the Moonlight Sonata; there is a thunder note in an angry sky.

Do not look too far for you will see nothing.

If an ancient man saw planes two thousand years ago He would've thought they were birds Or angels from another world Or messengers from other planets.

I wanted to write the most beautiful poem but that is impossible; the world has written its own.

Dreams are our only geography—our native land.

Death swallows death.