The angel fell onto me
Skylarking
he fell onto me
He stood still onto my shoulder and spake:
- Why do thou share my words with others?
- Aren’t you my guarding angel—I said?
- Shouldn’t I express the enlightened signs you
Wish to forsaken me with?

- I am no guarding angel of thine, instead a humble messenger am I. To you only—
- Spread my words no more—he said
- Otherwise they will label you an errant minded
Describing secondhand Chimeras.

- You see, angel, I thought I was an errant minded
Who can only describe secondhand Chimeras.

The grief blistered deeper than.
The self, a spirit’s residue.
“Not enough time to thoroughly.”