An Angel passing by has whispered to my ear a net, for a net, he said, to become, just not yet, and by the end of day, and before that I could still see. Then blind I was and deaf in dark and wet in trying to find my way back home to where I was before I ever started, and then I heard all this:
"There's more to me than that which meets the eye.
My shadow self remains unseen, except by those who earn
the privilege with how they live
as I am passing by."
With my hands all stumbled into something that has been at that moment felt as a circumventing net which did not let me go, and the more I tried, and I tried really hard, the more I got entangled, until I did not move, at all, and could not move, no more, not even by my little finger. Paralyzed as such I then heard a growling whisper to my only ear before the terrifying bite:
"But none live long enough to spread
descriptions of that side of me."
I tumbled.
Then I let my breath go out, at last, for the last time and that is all, at least, for what I can remember.
Then I heard a song.
Suddenly after all that I found myself at home,
and with some piercing headache,
but at least, at peace, I heard it, and at last:
"My purest presence was the last thing seen
by that haranguing harridan
who fell beneath a train."
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Titled: An Angel Passing by a Handsome
A sketch from the series: hashem a la carte | shalom einz zwei drei
Dedicated to Linsey Pollak Jessica Ainsworth Romano Crivici Carla Thackrah and numerous anonymous others coming for the long awaited listening session no.3, to be held tomorrow at exactly 7:30PM at Witta QLD Community Hall
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