(For Bob Pelerman)
The angel fell onto me...
Skylarking
he fell onto me
He stood still onto my shoulder and spake:
- Why thou do share my words with others?
- Aren’t you my guarding angel—I said?
Shouldn’t I express the enlightened signs you
Wish to forsaken me with?
- I am no guarding angel of thine, instead a humble messenger am I. To you only—
Spread my words no more—he said
Otherwise they will label you an errant minded
Describing secondhand Chimeras.
- You see, angel, I thought I was an errant minded,
Who can only describe secondhand Chimeras.
The grief blistered deeper than --
The self, a spirit’s residue --
