TO, the infinitive
Less and less often am I able to say I am a poet in truth. Eventually I hope not to need any words at all. A minor trembling occurred to me just the other day, occurred in me, when I tried saying these words to myself.
Do you want these words to happen to you? They did happen when I stumbled over imagination's force without measure, whether in calamity or calm, which is how we can mean it when we mean words to say anything at all,
even god? Words, like our selves, can be lost in our assumptions. How can words let us free our selves of ourselves, let us let go here and hold onto this omnipotent and wondrously charged nothingness that happens
as we live and die?