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 /