The Problem With Being Passionately In Love

Poetry Is Only Secondarily About Words. Primarily, It Is About Truth. I Dealt With The Ding An Sich, The Substance Behind The Shadow, Weaving Powerful Concepts, Similes, And Connections The Way An Engineer Would Raise A Skyscraper With The Whiskered-alloy Skeleton Being Constructed Long Before The Glass And Plastic And Chromaluminum Appears.

Life Is Brutal That Way ... The Loss Of Irrecoverable Moments Amid Trivia And Distraction.

You Treat Violence As An Aberration ... When In Truth It Is The Norm. It Is The Very Essence Of The Human Condition.

I Loved You Backward And Forward In Time. I Loved You Beyond Boundaries Of Time And Space.

Once Evolution Gets A Good Basic Design, It Tends To Throw Away The Variants And Concentrate On The Near-infinite Diversity Within That Design.