Poetry is a subset of a Cosmos, which in itself, is a poem.
Poverty and War have no excuse.
Don't count your check-ins before they cash.
People who worship only themselves get a slick, polished look - like monuments. Too bad they had to go so soon.
Events, time, forms, all propel the inner plot within each of us.
It is an awesome thing to comprehend that what a human being dreams and imagines can be realized.