To Be Saved Is Here, Local And

Definition, Rationality, And Structure Are Ways Of Seeing, But They Become Prisons When They Blank Out Other Ways Of Seeing.

The Walk Liberating, I Was Released From Forms, From The Perpendiculars, Straight Lines, Blocks, Boxes, Binds Of Thought Into The Hues, Shadings, Rises, Flowing Bends And Blends Of Sight.

I Am Grateful For - Though I Can't Keep Up With - The Flood Of Articles, Theses, And Textbooks That Mean To Share Insight Concerning The Nature Of Poetry.

I Have Reached No Conclusions, Have Erected No Boundaries, Shutting Out And Shutting In, Separating Inside From Outside: I Have Drawn No Lines

Though I Have Looked Everywhere / I Can Find Nothing Lowly / In The Universe.