Only Silence Perfects Silence.

Probably All The Attention To Poetry Results In Some Value, Though The Attention Is More Often Directed To Lesser Than To Greater Values

To Be Saved Is Here, Local And Mortal

Everything Is Discursive Opinion Instead Of Direct Experience.

I Have Reached No Conclusions, Have Erected No Boundaries, Shutting Out And Shutting In, Separating Inside From Outside: I Have Drawn No Lines

Is It Not Careless To Become Too Local When There Are Four Hundred Billion Stars In Our Galaxy Alone.