When I see everyday
angels and devils
and leave my body for
its fragile shadow, I
understand mortality
its winding, unwinding
re-winding nature.
To remove the shape
of what defines us
is to quickly become
the nothing-ness.
Am I afraid to fall
asleep, to pass through
darkness without resisting
more?
Will I return to what
I was before I was or
will someone lying next
to me, remember me?
In the beginning, God
had hoped better for us
like fathers do.
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