The Canadian Voice Is Still Too Rustic.

What Does Not Change Is The Will To Change

The Flowers Are Ravined By Bees, The Fruit Blossoms Are Thrown To The Ground, The Wind The Rain Forces Everything.

We All Want What's Been Suddenly Disallowed.

I Don't Live For Poetry. I Live Far More Than Anybody Else Does.

Not One Death But Many, Not Accumulation But Change, The Feed-back Proves, The Feed-back Is The Law