working from a place of being free to be drawn

And gifted we are by our own resonance, uncorrupted flowing through all that is poet worthy.... we knew it could be so, but now it really is, the loneliness grows and you are ever more my counterweight preventing a void from opening up (I don't believe in the void... but the others do... and they have plenty of tools with which to wrench the crack wider..).

Printing out the poem. Sending $10by mail: wouldn't want to "illegally download" this angel's work.