O sweet spontaneous earth
The artist is not a man who describes, but a man who feels.
I spill my bright incalculable soul
The eyes of my eyes are opened.
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
What if a dawn of a doom of a dream bites this universe in two, peels forever out of his grave, and sprinkles nowhere with me and you?