He raised the knife The Angel raised his voice His son raised his head The lamb raised its hand (proverbially) There was no gap Nor crevasse of time between The Great Offering and Its Great Recompense I killed my dreams Months, years ago I’m waiting for the thicket to tremble The Angel to point
Michael lives in NYC. He likes it there. He also likes his consulting business, running, community, China, and writing what some would consider to be poetry.
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