The Poetry Is Myself.

And If Sun Comes / How Shall We Greet Him? / Shall We Not Dread Him, / Shall We Not Fear Him / After So Lengthy A / Session With Shade?

I Am A Writer Perhaps Because I Am Not A Talker.

... Sometimes You Have To Deal / Devilishly With Drowning Men In Order To Swim Them To Shore.

It Is Brave To Be Involved. To Be Not Fearful To Be Unresolved.

At A Certain Moment In Social Proceedings, I Am On Fire To Leave: I Have A Leaving-fit.