After spending dozens of hours researching a paper for school I finally finished it and decided to read some poems tonight. I wanted to go back to one that I had rushed through this afternoon to give it a more thorough reading. Only the poem and that entire den vanished. My friend who is often misunderstood, but always right wrote it. His poems are for him, his pleasure, in his style. All he asked for is that you visit, say hello and move on. If his poetry titillated you then good. That means YOU are alive. So live and let others live too.