being a shadow
Originally uploaded by Atomic Citrocity

Love has naught to do with
the here and now.

If I move into myself and keep going,
to my core then,
keep going,
deeper and
stepping back and back
from the back step,
will I go forever
in this moment, in infinity
or will I come out on The Other Side
and find that side
is you?

What IS in that looking glass,
Alice?

I disperse;
vibrating particles,
late, late left on television,
off the air
for the night,
someone in restless sleep
nearby, i’ve become
a swarm of fireflies.
Their ghosts, at least
...a hapless inversion.

I’ve no desire to return.

An angel of death,
an angel of life,
it’s difficult to tell
one from the other
much of the time.
And there is yet another:
The One that comes in need.
What you offer to assuage
his desperation,
saves you -

if you offer.

Love is not darkness,
not light, i don’t think, not
Something Named or
placed in space,
not timed, and certainly not
certain - nor a
gamble with an edge
or angle.

Not what you’d expect.
The Third Angel.