Anyone Who's Never Experienced The

Repudiating The Virtues Of Your World, Criminals Hopelessly Agree To Organize A Forbidden Universe. They Agree To Live In It. The Air There Is Nauseating. They Can Breathe It.

Power May Be At The End Of A Gun, But Sometimes It's Also At The End Of The Shadow Or The Image Of A Gun.

I Decided To Be What Crime Made Of Me.

Poetry Is The Break (or Rather The Meeting At The Breaking Point) Between The Visible And The Invisible.

It's The Hour When Night Breaks Away From The Day, My Dove, Let Me Go.