I had read and taught it so often it felt internal to me, like a bit of my consciousness that had somehow stumbled into the world, a prosthetic consciousness—which is something poems can be, they can create new spaces in our interiors sometimes, not just giving language to something that was mute before but generating something new.

I Like The way That when you Tilt Poems On their side They Look like Miniature Cities From A long way Away. Skyscrapers Made out Of Words.