Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Call me strange

Call me strange, but I do not perceive,
and feel no need to believe,

that there is a clear difference
between what is real and what is imagined.

Indeed, to me, they are less two things,
than the ocean seems,

and what the ocean means,
in its solitary roar.


Lorraine Renaud said...

nothing can become real without imagine it first, you're not weird, you're a genius William

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Lorraine. If you can imagine that, then your imagination is alive and well indeed. I can’t help feeling that either everything is real, or nothing is. And I am content with both possibilities — or that there are likely others I’ve yet to see, understand, or conceive.

Jonathan Chant said...

Seems perfectly rational to me.

William Michaelian said...

That, my friend, is a beautiful sentence.