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...

For all time,
the rain was pouring—yet I stayed dry...

The word
Like a genre or species...