Each Servant Stamps The Reader

Somewhere Someone Is Traveling Furiously Toward You, At Incredible Speed, Traveling Day And Night.

I Listen To Music A Great Deal. In A Way, It's Trying To Express Things That Can't Be Expressed In Words. That's Something That Interests Me, Too. Even Though I Use Words To Express Myself, I Am Trying To, It Seems To Me, Get Beyond That.

I Feel That Poetry Is Going On All The Time Inside, An Underground Stream.

It Never Seems To Occur To Anyone That Each Reader Is Different, And That Even Those Who Might Be Said To Resemble Each Other Will Each Bring An Individual Set Of Experiences And References To Their Reading, And Interpret And Misinterpret It According To These.

Expecting Rain, The Profile Of A Day Wears Its Soul Like A Hat.