Look for verbs of muscle, adjectives of exactitude.
Today again I am hardly myself. It happens over and over.
Walks work for me. I enter some arena that is neither conscious or unconscious.
But how did you come burning down like a wild needle, knowing just where my heart was?
It's not a competition, it's a doorway.
The most regretful people on earth are those who felt the call to creative work, who felt their own creative power restive and uprising, and gave to it neither power nor time.