The poetry is myself.
The music is in minors.
I tell poets that when a line just floats into your head, don't pay attention 'cause it probably has floated into somebody else's head.
I swear to keep the dead upon my mind, / Disdain for all time to be overglad.
With melted opals for my milk, Pearl-leaf for my cracker.
We are each other's magnitude and bond.