A momentary moment of thoughtlessness
A hand over mouth
To prevent my heart from beating
To remind myself of my instability
Of the perch I have swung from
How I will fall like the promises have dropped
Waiting for my days to envelope me
And what about the angels and how they have swept my heart away
And what about the angels that practice everything but what they speak
I am about this close to folding into wherever I may go
This knife has an edge made of loving and undoing
Let this fit of distress take me to bed
With a sleep so sudden
No one knows where I have gone.
