THE IDEA OF A POEM AND THE DYNAMIC OF INNER SPEAK
Maybe I should know more about this movie I’m un-inventing But I don’t How can I know where I am When I haven’t arrived yet? If the wishbone breaks Why, then, two realities Of this, that, or the path I’m traveling? Unmeasured, to be sure The rapture of words Solitary in its unknowingness Of what has... Sign in to see full entry.