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.
Aug 17, 2020
Aug 17, 2020 at 5:05 PM UTC
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.