Is There A Mechanism Of

The First Step In The Journey Is To Lose Your Way.

Go So Deep Into Yourself, You Speak For Everyone.

It Is Necessary To Reteach A Thing Its Loveliness, To Put A Hand On Its Brow Of The Flower And Retell It In Words And In Touch It Is Lovely Until It Flowers Again From Within, Of Self-blessing.

Perhaps Poetry Will Be The Canary In The Mine-shaft Warning Us Of What's To Come.

Is There A Mechanism Of Death, That So Mutilates Existence No One, Gets Over It Not Even The Dead?