Perhaps I should think more about poetry.

There is no logic that is not internal logic.


I believe this strongly. There is no up, down, yes, or no without us.
(That is to say, anyplace except within us.)

I am trying hard to not want the smashing of the glass teapot on the concrete floor. Wanting it.


I don't want anything to start looking too familiar.

I want it to just keep on falling.