The Man Has A Theory.

Poetry - Poiesis Means A Thing Made.

He Stood Against The Wind And Let It Peel Him Clean

I Do Think I Have An Ability To Record Sensual And Emotional Facts And Factoids, To Construct A Convincing Surface Of What Life Feels Like, Both Physical Life And Emotional Life.

Time Isn't Made Of Anything. It Is An Abstraction. Just A Meaning That We Impose Upon Motion.

Love Dares The Self To Leave Itself Behind, To Enter Into Poverty.