I imagine that yes is the only living thing.

Buffalo Bill's defunct who used to ride a watersmooth-silver stallion and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat Jesus he was a handsome man and what i want to know is how do you like your blueeyed boy Mister Death

I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive with closed eyes to dash against darkness

When god decided to invent everything he took one reath bigger than a circustent and everything began

Really unreal world, will you perhaps do the breathing for me while I am away?

a poet is someone who is abnormally fond of that precision which creates movement. Which is to say the highest form of concentration possible: fascination; to report on the electrifying experience of being

Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.