is going to be “the poem” that moves you, has you flying out of your chair. The one that resounds in your head like something your mother said. This poem
is going to “be it”, take you away to foreign lands, to sparkling waterfalls and grand canyons, a poem that orbits you out of this earth, gives you rebirth. This poem
is going to be “so wonderful” you are going to place in a twenty-four karat gold frame, engrave it with my name and display in the Louvre.