I can offer you only: this world like a knife
You should always be trying to write a poem you are unable to write, a poem you lack the technique, the language, the courage to achieve. Otherwise you're merely imitating yourself, going nowhere, because that's always easiest.
This world is gradually becoming a place Where I do not care to be any more.
Wishin' was dyin' but I gotta make it all this way to that bed on these feet.
We must travel in the direction of our fear.
Offering Dragons quarter is no good, they regrow all their parts and come on again. They have to be killed.