Penalty is different than punishment, because it offers something with which to regain honor.
The true poem rests between the words.
You never read about the real pain. It lives where no word can travel.
We've been there on World Wars, it's time for World Party I.
Remembrance of our kiss brings not your lips nor mine to mind. The flesh can only envy consumption so divine.
When we can build something like the Hubble telescope and fathom images of this vast cosmos of which we are a part, it really gives pause to wonder what and who we are within a larger framework than linear adventures at the shopping mall and taxes.