there is only one
way... to go within the search for the
cause finding impulses that bid you write
if as a result this turning inward of the
sinking into your own poetic idiom
should emerge you will then
not think to ask some
one whether it is
good you can and
will see that you’re not
going to try to interest blazing
media with your word for you have
heard of them your own voice you’ve
seen in them a piece of your being a
natural retention all your own
pieces of art are good if
their born of urgency
thus its source is
just criterion
is
there
another to write
destiny falls
tears of emptiness fall
destined for a dirty floor senseless
feelings see the sight unaware and yet
unsure skin crawls lips whisper bruised
songs quiver hands silently reaching
for another only to fall senseless
missed removed for a
while praying for
another's kiss
but falling
silent
nothing
left to say then
screams for comfort but
the sounds didn’t play today
and prose is still strolling on
ward towards destined
floors and by
ways
