This sensitive thread
This magic we would deem imagination
It affects the infected in an instant.
It takes but one word,
One thought,
One act to become immersed..

Sometimes an angel is found in the dark.

To stop it is hopeless.
To stifle it, demanding.
To think to master it is both improbable and pretentious

It is nature's drug
A poison we call emotion...
There is the sadness of division
This invisible hand that blinds our eyes  
Reigns our hearts  
Even among the Angels,
A Beauty
That's both ethereal and dark.

Gypsy