I only see her when I close my eyes
Engraved on the inside of my lids
She carves my future with her silence
Angels are mothers cleaved out of spirit
They do not give answers
Their hints are abstract
Vague suggestions that leave you with the residues of independence
When I cry, she blurs
But I feel her caress my heart
Her essence following used blood through my veins
Back to the heart
I choke on her substance
And vomit out my fears
When I laugh
She reaches for the sun
And pulls it a little closer to me
I have been to the planet K-Pax
And every other unknown planet, star and galaxy
She takes me on trips of enlightenment monthly
Humans can be so near-sighted
My best friends tend to be illegal aliens
Somehow we seem to share love
for introspection and observation
She often says I need to participate more in life
I say I'm living and breathing
Isn't that participation enough?
I find more comfort in the anticipation of nothing
Death comes to us all
Why not prepare myself for its heralded arrival
I am at home in the invisible
And she is my companion
Whisperer of truth
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