Hot days and warm nights. But it’s all relative. We used to call these temperatures cool in the San Joaquin Valley. Still, one hundred is one hundred, and seventy is seventy — just as my name is what’s stated on my birth certificate, and on all of my other “important papers,” the electronic ones included. In other words, it is, and it isn’t. Or, to frame it as a question: Isn’t is what is isn’t?
To see what isn’t there / grace that bends the air /
the revelation that ensues / it may be this we tragically refuse /
when we confuse / vision / with / insanity /
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Categories: A Few More Scratches
Tags: Birth, Grace, Identity, Insanity, Memory, Revelation, Summer, The San Joaquin Valley, Visions
William Michaelian 
Hierüber muss ich unbedingt noch nachdenken… Ist nicht? Ist doch!
Li.ebe Grüße in dein Wochenende von mir
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Don’t think too long, or word-play will become word-work!
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Ich denke, es ist Beides oftmals… Wir sehen richtig und doch oft auch mit dem inneren Auge. Genau so ist es mit dem Fühlen, Spüren….
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