The cover of the book br is astral violet, br & within it br are poems, br most of them br earthbound, br but for one br to the poet's br daughter br which soars br into br the empyrean br on umbilical wings. br br Oh we poets br are so afraid br of making babies- br & yet br of all br the fleshly chains br that bind us, br our children br are the chains br that bind br most closely br to heaven. br br How can that be? br br Poetry br is an astral br affliction. br br Poets are always br saving themselves br for their poems. br Yet in that saving br there is no grace, br while in the child br there is distraction, br chaos, disorder br br & through that fleshly chaos br br peace.