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Liquid angel
I’m at a loss, my friend, to put
this existence into words
that I can comprehend;
i think most of us live in
a headspace that
forgives our sins; and
I ask: who needs forgiveness
if the universe, like us,
should come to an end?
admit that you love me,
liquid angel, and I’ll put a stop
to your suffering
Believe in something—if not
me, then, perhaps, someone
else—a woebegone
traveler with sweets on
his tongue
or a dog-lover alone with his
age old pet. Admit that
you love me, liquid angel,
and I’ll forgive what you do not
(since I believe in something
greater and integral
to me) - I can do that -
don’t ask me, then, if I exist,
because, like i said, i
don’t have the words,
i live in the stratosphere
amongst the alien birds,
the pitch i live by is an octave
higher than all the rest,
admit that you love me,
liquid angel, and I’ll put
your creator to the test—
I’ll leave His argument to
those who know me best