For Who Expects Nothing, All That Comes

I Was A Poet Animated By Philosophy, Not A Philosopher With Poetic Faculties.

I Enjoy Wording. Words For Me Are Tangible Bodies, Visible Sirens, Incarnate Sensualities.

I Seek And Don’t Find Myself. I Belong To Chrysanthemum Hours, Neatly Lined Up In Flowerpots.

I Take With Me The Conscience Of Defeat As A Victory Banner.

Direct Experience Is The Evasion, Or Hiding Place Of Those Devoid Of Imagination.