William Michaelian

Poems, Notes, and Drawings

As the Crow Flies

Lower than the lowest cloud — higher than the highest tree —

Brighter than the brightest sun — darker than the deepest grave —

What are these thoughts — but almost — not quite — all — or none — of me?

What are these things — but imagined — distinguished — company?

What are these wings — but the wind’s — divine — philosophy?


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