Would it have mattered to anyone at all
if you had seen an angel or a fairy?
I doubt it. They would have called you
crazy or looked at you funny
at the very least.
But coming down from a dream
or possibly in daily life — maybe
washing clothes or leaving the bathroom —
you caught something in your corner;
you saw a peripheral view of a being
of light and depending on whether
you were raised secular or in religion
you knew what it was. You decided
it was safest to keep quiet about it
but you knew you were being blessed
and even if it looked like crazy to the world
you were ordained in secret
to its mysteries, and if you kept quiet
you could smile secretly and hold it,
like a stone, in your pocket
till an end
came about.
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onward,
T

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