Are we on the precipice? Are we already falling? Who can tell?
October 5, 2021
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From Sleep to the Precipice
This morning, like every morning, there is no greater surprise than being here — not that I know where here is, or if or who I am. And if I did, then maybe there would be no feeling of surprise at all — or maybe the surprise would be even greater — as if I had said, in all innocence, Let there be light, without realizing the extent of my powers.
Recently Banned Literature, November 21, 2017
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Categories: New Poems & Pieces, Recently Banned Literature
Tags: Awareness, Diaries, Journals, Light, Morning, Sleep, The Precipice
William Michaelian 