To Be Saved Is Here, Local And

What Destruction Have I Been Blessed By?

For Though We Often Need To Be Restored To The Small, Concrete, Limited, And Certain, We As Often Need To Be Reminded Of The Large, Vague, Unlimited, Unknown

Only Silence Perfects Silence.

If We Ask A Vague Question, Such As, 'what Is Poetry?' We Expect A Vague Answer, Such As, 'poetry Is The Music Of Words,' Or 'poetry Is The Linguistic Correction Of Disorder.'

If The Greatest God Is The Stillness All The Motions Add Up To, Then We Must Ineluctably Be Included.