At that age Poetry came looking for me. I don’t know where it came from. It may have come from winter or a river. I don’t know how or when it came. They were not voices, words, or silence. I was called separately from the street at night unexpectedly. I was among violent fires or returning home alone. I was without a face and then it touched me.

I did not know what to say. My mouth. had no way with names. My eyes were blind. But something started in my soul. There was a fever of activities there. I was getting wings. I made my own way understanding the fire that was kindled in me.

I wrote the first faint line. It did not have much meaning. It was pure nonsense and it was also pure wisdom of someone who knows nothing. Suddenly I saw the heavens getting untied and open. I could see planets, palpitating plantations and perforated shadows. I was riddled with arrows, fires, flowers and the winding night making up the universe. Nothing was invisible to me now.

I am an extremely small thing, a nothing and nobody. But suddenly I become an elite member of the supernatural. Now I hold the keys to the abyss. 1. am free to wheel the stars. My heart is breaking loose on the wind and it is free to travel anywhere and feel any kind of experience.