If a poet is anybody, he is somebody to whom things made matter very little - somebody who is obsessed by Making. - E. E. Cummings

—when skies are hanged and oceans drowned, the single secret will still be man

unlove's the heavenless hell and the homeless home

let it go — the
smashed word broken
open vow or
the oath cracked length
wise — let it go it
was sworn to
go

let them go — the
truthful liars and
the false fair friends
and the boths and
neithers — you must let them go they
were born
to go

let all go — the
big small middling
tall bigger really
the biggest and all
things — let all go
dear
so comes love