“What are you drawing?”
“You.”
“Really? So am I.”
“You’re drawing me?”
“No… I’m I’m drawing you.”
——
We can never know
whence it came
How to respond
What to think
All that is
behind us
semblance
what might have been
All that can be
in front of us
substance
the moment’s illusion
No magic
Nor gimmicks to hide behind
The real is you
always
The love within
Only everything
——
Blessed…
m(___)m
