Il migliore mi migliora
                 but what have I mastered
                            and what happens now?
That I have kept my center
                         abiding the world?
The thoughts cut
                         and are radiant (blinding) —
but I will stand it, your paradiso
                                                           dipinto.

The toppled hate of divinity.
The toppled eight of infinity.

Poetry is
difficult
because you
hardly
put the
words
to gether.

Vice Verses

Conservatives are ashamed
of their perversions;

progressives, their prejudices.
Proud equals, and opposites.

There is a very serious thing
under the iridescent light.

There is a very simple thing
under the complicated mess.

And a very complex object
under the simple thing.

And a very difficult subject
under the games we play.