I can never be quite small enoughto take up all the s p a c e that I require.
I will not leave youto this rolling sea of scrolling wordsthat dip and pierce your soulwith their important…
Let me not rest so long as strength remains in my poet bones.
For nearly half my revolutions ‘round the sun,I have gladly placed my hand in…
I am whittled to the marrow of my bonesby a specter sent withinthere to destroyeach tingling tease of hungerand to make me feel…
Green lights guide me alwaysback to calming shoresas we ride the waves that rise each day,though they maystorm our sturdy doors.