Poetry, notes, and drawings by William Michaelian
Don't leave me now!
Lazarus, come forth. And he came fifth and lost the job.
Yeh, but then he founded Second Life and made his millions...I like this one, William - it has that undeniable charm of things in the process of vanishing. We all say we like things direct and clear and reliable, but the elusive and mysterious and evanescent are so very compelling! Why?
Hmm... interesting, the idea that the subject is vanishing rather than arriving.... not that the two states or processes are mutually exclusive.I love your observation and question. I think the answer, at least in part, is that we are at our best when we are most attentive.
So small therein your big white expanseSo bigso so bigthat you floathelium fulland free
wash daythe universeinsideout
Thought, if it could be once my death-mask, Life and Death would have been my friends...
And they would go on thinking about you.... Thank you, Rudhi!
Post a Comment