I wish I were a candle in the darkness.

And I tell myself, a moon will rise from my darkness.

The stars had only one task: they taught me how to read. They taught me I had a language in heaven and another language on earth.

I have learned and dismantled all the words in order to draw from them a single word: Home.

Have I had two roads, I would have chosen their third.

I want to find a language that transforms language itself into steel for the spirit--a language to use against these sparkling insects, these jets.

Against barbarity, poetry can resist only by confirming its attachment to human fragility like a blade of grass growing on a wall while armies march by.