"you may not be the art that everybody loved,
but if i were everybody,
then it would be
seven billion different souls
with different names
and different eyes,
falling all in you."—a letter to my muse.
xv: if i were everybody
"you may not be the art that everybody loved,
but if i were everybody,
then it would be
seven billion different souls
with different names
and different eyes,
falling all in you."—a letter to my muse.