I Have Had To Learn The Simplest

The Poem, For Me, Is Simply The First Sound Realized In The Modality Of Being.

Knowledge Is The Harvest Of Attention

You Don't Help People In Your Poems. I've Been Trying To Help People All My Life - That's My Trouble

There Are No Hierarchies, No Infinite, No Such Many As Mass, There Are Only/ Eyes In All Heads,/ To Be Looked Out Of.

Forgive Me If I Sleep Until I Wake Up.