My Body Was Braille For The Creeping

Walk On Air Against Your Better Judgement.

You Had To Come Back To Learn How To Lose Yourself, To Be Pilot And Stray-witch, Hansel And Gretel In One.

Believe That A Further Shore Is Reachable From Here.

Poetry Is Always Slightly Mysterious, And You Wonder What Is Your Relationship To It.

I Am Not A Playwright. A Playwright Would Take "antigone" And Hit It A Few Clouts And Knock It Out Of Shape And Restructure It. My Versioning Was Strictly Verbal.