Who do you serve? Do you serve somebody? I serve the poem, no one..

I never have anything to talk about..

What God originates, God orchestrates..

I like my work to stand on its own as much as possible..

There is beauty in everything, Just not everybody sees it.

Swallows and Amazons for-ever!.

Some changes are so slow, you don't notice them, others are so fast, they don't notice you..

You keep life on a short leash.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “You’re scared of what you can’t control..

A leash is a rope with a noose at both ends..

Hope is the leash of submission..

Is there anything else you need to tell me?” Every time I look at you, I have to put a leash on myself. “No..