Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book. This book of poetry and I have history. It was departed and returned home with me. It has felt my tears, and been the cause of some tears. It is difficult for me to find words to describe the words I’ve read. It’s crazy what a creation can create.
