If you don't die of thirst, there are blessings in the desert. You can be pulled into limitlessness, which we all yearn for, or you can do the beauty of minutiae, the scrimshaw of tiny and precise. The sky is your ocean, and the crystal silence will uplift you like great gospel music, or Neil Young.
Poetry and music are very good friends. Like mommies and daddies and strawberries and cream - they go together.
Our culture is in moral chaos. On TV we celebrate freaks instead of honest, decent people.

