A poet can't afford to be aloof. The tools of his trade are the people he bumps up against.
To understand others you should get behind their eyes and walk down their spines.
We will all wake up semi-angels, If we wake at all.
The journey back is always longer than the forward run.
I've come to terms with it, it knows I know.
We come into the world alone. We go away the same. We're meant to spend the interlude between in closeness or so we tell ourselves. But it's a long way from the morning to the evening.