[Split]

angel face.

my mind's Elsewhere too, didn't find divinity.
just empty, sinusoidal anonymity.
wash in austere infinity.
lapping in brain waves, concert hall echoing.
Boston Symphony.
this is deafening:
music to a silent memory of a place you knew,
then deciding anything was better than December, in a faded suit-
angels fall.

I watched you dive. diving forwards into nothing,
arms stretched, wrists bent, fists clenched, saying something.
clinging to the swinging metronome. heavensent.
this is madness: looking pitiful, as you fell alone, didn't grasp to what you said

and this is what sin is

listening to the silence as the depth opens wide
and not answering in time


she did