I Say To My Breath Once Again,

Separation Your Absence Has Gone Through Me Like Thread Through A Needle. Everything I Do Is Stitched With Its Color.

Any Work Of Art Makes One Very Simple Demand On Anyone Who Genuinely Wants To Get In Touch With It. And That Is To Stop. You've Got To Stop What You're Doing, What You're Thinking, And What You're Expecting And Just Be There For The Poem For However Long It Takes.

Politically It Would Be Terribly Repressive To Prevent People From Having As Many Children As They Want. But Something's Got To Prevent It; And It Won't Be Pleasant... We're Still Behaving In Ways That Have Become Disastrous... I Don't Think This Helps Us To Survive... We're Very Species-centric... And Now Exist At The Expense Of Every Other Form Of Life On Earth.

Sitting Over Words Very Late I Have Heard A Kind Of Whispered Sighing Not Far Like A Night Wind In Pines Or Like The Sea In The Dark The Echo Of Everything That Has Ever Been Spoken Still Spinning Its One Syllable Between The Earth And Silence.

Through All Of Youth I Was Looking For You Without Knowing What I Was Looking For Part Memory Part Distance Remaining Mine In The Ways That I Learn To Miss You From What We Cannot Hold The Stars Are Made.