The presentation of angels
And the accompanying glimpse into the nature of heaven
Is affirmation that I have retired to a fantasy
It was the blinding white light
And the open mouth of the screaming boy savior
I refuse to acknowledge the idiosyncrasies that make him a man.
He is unique among us.
He is innocence.
He is pain and love.
And I will stay with him.
And I will choose the great spider that hovers above this desperate and infinite plateau.
Do not follow me.