I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance

“Me up at doesout of the floorquietly Starea poisoned mousestill who aliveis ask…”

“The Symbol of all Art is the Prism. The goal is destructive. To break up the wh…”

“in the street of the sky night walks scattering poems”

“Now the ears of my ears are awake and now the eyes of my eyes are opened.”