SETTEMBRE

07 09 2025

 

25.THE ANGEL SPEAKS

      Fear is the hardest kind of love

That, I won’t have to delve into

You being affrighted enough

Now quiet:

Your voice resonates anyway

In the crib of my ribs

Commanded

By whatever shred of mind

I stole from you

And always carry to keep as prized possession

 

Courage is harder to explain

That you’ve been birthed with

What it takes you

Naked fangless weakling spark of life

To face at every air intake

A toothed world

 

Both are appreciated

 

As well I admire

The tender neck and exposed throath

The gentle pinkish swell of a paunch

So easy to be gutted

Pale slender fragile fingers

And toes

The soft slug on silken testicles

You treasure so

My, you’re a catalogue of

Vulnerables

 

All are appreciated

 

Quiet now:

Do not expound to me

The physics of your pain

That, it’s ingrained in my matter

Etched on my frame

To flawlessly mirror yours

Only the size differs

Mine is unending

Yours is terminal

 

This also is

Appreciated

 

And then

A trivial commonplace

Death

That I gave innumerable times

In a full range of ways

And still don’t comprehend

Where do you go?

How does it get loosened

The bond with the place I inhabite?

A cherished one

As a ripple

Lasts but a moment on the sea I sail

Endlessly on

Then plunges abruptly in the dark abyss

Never to resurface

Another wave forms

Shines

It’s not the same

Different as different can be

As you all are

Ocean of brilliant ripples

Born of the same water

 

Ah, to go down me too

But I don’t fit

Left behind to puzzle on the riddle

And my grief