Daylight Is Nobody's Friend. God Comes In

My Objects Dream And Wear New Costumes, Compelled To, It Seems, By All The Words In My Hands And The Sea That Bangs In My Throat.

I Cannot Walk An Inch / Without Trying To Walk To God.

My Business Is Words. Words Are Like Labels, Or Coins, Or Better, Like Swarming Bees.

One Of My Secret Instructions To Myself As A Poet Is "whatever You Do, Don't Be Boring."

All Considerations For These Human Remains! They Must Have An Escort! They Are Classified!