In the end I would rather wonder than know
Metaphor is not, and never has been, a mere literary term. It is an event.
A poem is a neutrino - mainly nothing - it has no mass and can pass through the earth undetected.
Words have a love for each other, a desire that culminates in poetry.
My happiness is marred only by my failure to attain it.
Irreverence is a way of playing hooky and remaining present at the same time.