If you know what you are going to write when you're writing a poem, it's going to be average.
The classics can console. But not enough.
The mirror is believed the way a poem is believed. It's believed because it's there.
In Eden who sleeps happiest? The serpent.
Slowly my body grows a single sound, slowly I become a bell, an oval, disembodied vowel, I grow, an owl, an aureole, white fire poesia "Metamorfosi, I. Luna
I too saw the wooden horse blocking the stars.