God knows how
you feel, that creation
of feeling was God’s /
So humanity could feel
an ounce of the
selfishness taken by our
freewill for loneliness
with a meager
attempt at knowledge /
Oh please, advert those
eyes from the edge
for the next time you start
to fathom the
fall,
and though I
pray for his angels
I call /
They obey God’s law of
freewill
as I cry in prayer
and follow over the
windowsill,
we meet
halfway to the ground
hold each other close and
don’t hear a sound, we kiss /