Once you start describing nothingness, you end up with somethingness.
Pain is filtered in a poem so that it becomes finally, in the end, pleasure.
The number of people writing poems is vast, and their reasons for doing so are many, that much can be surmised from the stacks of submissions.
I have been eating poetry.
I haven’t met God and I haven’t been to heaven, so I’m skeptical.
In a field I am the absence of field. This is always the case. Wherever I am I am what is missing.