An excerpt from his book-length poem, The Big Bang:
My world is what I make of it.
I trouble the waters. I make waves,
Widening my circlet bit by bit.
When Love descends, a Fireball,
My circle widens endlessly,
Interlinking with all others,
And like the ring of Love described by Paul,
Encompasses and perfects all.
(p. 23, The Big Bang, Poet's Press, 1999)
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