Poem in other words may or may not result from inspiration but must (in reader and author alike) produce it--
I wish my father could be around.
literature will lose, sunlight will win, don't worry.
Should each individual snowflake be held accountable for the avalanche?
Its hard for me to grasp that I might somehow be my fathers equal in any way.
I believe one day the distance between myself and God will / disappear.