angel and sage
“because I’m crushed
in this!” she said. “I
have to get out.”
“but I’m so happy,” he
said. “how can
this be?” The angel
of om heard, and with
a brush of only one
of his uncountable
wings opened them
………both up.
skulls fell like
berlin walls, minds
moved through
hearts unchambered,
and feelings rushed
between, unarrested.
she was his joy and
he her
horizonless leadenness,
both infinite both
all. thank god
the angel’d left him
the soles of his
keds or he would
have plummeted
to gehena and
she (capless)
would have never left
the top of the
christmas tree.
“enough!” sniped
the sage of samsara
and pushed them
apart like reddening
seas; their separateness
passed through
intact.
“you’d have
had to kill me”
she caught her
own breath.
“and then who would
have been my
dealer?” he
sighed.
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