If he had known unstructured space is a delugeand stocked his log house-boat with all the animals even the wolves, he might have floated. But obstinate hestated, The land is solid and stamped, watching his foot sink down through the stone up to his knee. From "Progressive insanities of a pioneer

…a dark angel whispering to me to be easy on myself.

I reach out in love, my hands are guns,my good intentions are completely lethal.

you are as innocent as a bathtub full of bulleta

In the east a bank of cloud rises up silently like dark bread.

A lot of being a poet consists of willed ignorance. If you woke up from your trance and realized the nature of the life-threatening and dignity-destroying precipice you were walking along, you would switch into actuarial sciences immediately.