William Michaelian

Poems, Notes, and Drawings

A Poetry of Unwritten Laws

If I see life as something imperfect in its design, I guarantee my own unhappiness.

If I embrace it as it is, on its own terms, I become a participant in its mystery and wonder.

As judge and jury, I will never be able to set things right. The thought that I might make improvements to an arrangement so grand that it effortlessly, even casually, includes an inexhaustible number of stars, is absurd.

As a participant, I need only rejoice and try to understand.

August 6, 2022


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  1. Where’s that ‘Love’ button when you need it ~ . ~

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