The writer is not separate from the written
if the poet lives in corruption
–an uncrossable chasm between word and deed–
the worse for her!
If her mind
is addicted to antecedents
closed to possibility
the worse for poetry!
Let her pen sing
of fact and mystery
and not proffer dead theory
but ponder the doors of time
as gateways to brighter horizons
before life leaves us horizontal.