I met an angel just last year,
he told me that things just
can’t stay the same and I nodded
as we walked between red trees.
He always held a marble in his
right hand and told me not to forget
the little things, but I knew better
when the little things forgot him.
I have been drenched by life’s
rogue waves and pulled beneath the surf
more times than I can count, but the
times I’m on top are worth the fight.
We all run circles on a giant sun dial
chasing the evanescent hours of daylight.
Then when night time comes
we chase our dormant dreams.
Angels are just like us, because they
once walked here. Never sure of anything,
but the hands of father guide us all
into spectacular and terrifying lucidity.
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