Listen, real poetry doesn't say anything; it just ticks off the possibilities. Opens all doors. You can walk through anyone that suits you.

Is everybody in?... Is everybody in?... Is everybody in? The ceremony is about to begin... The program for this evening is not new. You've seen this entertainment through and through. You've seen your birth, your life and death. You might recall all the rest. Did you have a good world when you died? Enough to base a movie on?

You live you die and death not ends it.

Another flashing chance at bliss Another kiss, another kiss

Rather than starting inside, I start outside and reach the mental through the physical.

I can kind of envision one person with a lot of machines, tapes, and electronic set-ups...singi ng or speaking and using machines.

A man searching for paradise lost can seem a fool to those who never sought the other world.