To deny beauty
in another is to cast...

You must find music
from within to be able...

Thought of me as you,
I've become you, to return...

Four shadows in light,
triads fold to squares in dusk...

Garden is the taste of honey.
Garden is a symphony...

Parallels:
creator and createe...

Sometimes, in the getaway of how
You've become a hero...

I am sickened by this crowd—
those who lost their Christmas...

It was a song—
that reminded me...

If I have come in dress thou hast garmented for...
I would have found thy garment, not thee...

I am the poet of the true reality—
not the shared dream, communal illusion...

Such a strange affair,
between here and there...