If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. (:

Tuesday 20 October 2009

Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barries of the unknown and the unknowable. Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.