To Die Laughing Must Be The Most

We Had Always Dwelled Together, Beneath A Tropical Sun, In The Valley Of The Many Colored Grass.

If A Poem Hasn't Ripped Apart Your Soul; You Haven't Experienced Poetry.

And So Faintly You Came Tapping, Tapping At My Chamber Door, That I Scarce Was Sure I Heard You"— Here I Opened Wide The Door; — Darkness There, And Nothing More.

Convinced Myself, I Seek Not To Convince.

Every Poem Should Remind The Reader That They Are Going To Die.