The fields stretch out in long unbroken rows. We walk aware of what is far and close. Here distance is familiar as a friend. The feud we kept with space comes to an end.

In the kingdom of bang and blab.

I am overwhelmed by the beautiful disorder of poetry, the eternal virginity of words.

The darkness has it's own light.

Over every mountain there is a path, although it may not be seen from the valley.

Pain wanders through my bones like a lost fire

I learn by going where I have to go.