I believe that children long for form just as grownups do, and that it releases rather than cramps creative energy.
Your poems will happen when no one is there.
It feels a long way up and down from zero.
It always comes back to the same necessity: go deep enough and there is a bedrock of truth, however hard.
About loving, I have little to learn from the young.
At any moment solitude may put on the face of loneliness.