Once,
A man fell from heaven,
No, not a man,
An angel with the qualities of man,
Not a human, a man.

His yesterday is our tomorrow,
Our lives are his calling,
And his language is our ritual.

He lacks definition and structure,
Yet we seeks patterns in his character,
I hate to say it, but we seek him
Like Oedipus seeking consolation through death.

He will continue falling just like us,
Landing somewhere altogether unseemly.