A Poem Generated By Its Own Laws

The Walk Liberating, I Was Released From Forms, From The Perpendiculars, Straight Lines, Blocks, Boxes, Binds Of Thought Into The Hues, Shadings, Rises, Flowing Bends And Blends Of Sight.

There's Something To Be Said In Favor Of Working In Isolation In The Real World.

Is It Not Careless To Become Too Local When There Are Four Hundred Billion Stars In Our Galaxy Alone.

I Must Stress Here The Point That I Appreciate Clarity, Order, Meaning, Structure, Rationality: They Are Necessary To Whatever Provisional Stability We Have, And They Can Be The Agents Of Gradual And Successful Change.

What Destruction Have I Been Blessed By?