Poetry, notes, and drawings by William Michaelian
perhaps once we have punched through the veil into being we can not be undone?love how the sky does not rush in. you are causing me to believe that even our energy occupies space, not just our bodies. wonderful.xoerin
Thanks, Erin. It seems, too, that we’re here even before we arrive, whether we recognize and remember it or not.Wait — I’m sorry. That almost sounds like it means something.
feeling like a spinning top... ah forgot, that's the earth and i'm clingling on for dear life... this poem contains images which to my reading, are personal to you, almost to the exclusion of the reader... just a first reflection William
Almost as if you’ve overheard me talking to myself. Interesting.
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