Trial
I'm down in the pitwrestling with my angel.
He won't let me go.
He's stronger than I am.
I concede everything.
He laughs and grips me tighter.
I struggle but my strength is failing.
Darkness surrounds me.
I can't breathe.
I lose consciousness.
The world drifts away.
I'm floating among the stars,
lost, unredeemed.
Eons pass.
I drift beyond eternity
then circle back.
I'm down in the pit.
My angel stands over me.
"How are you?" he asks.
"Lost," I tell him.
"There's nothing left."
"Good," he says,
and, removing his wings,
he hands them to me.
"Now you get to be the angel.
| -- | Albert Huffstickler Dolce Vita 12.23.2001 |
Amo, Amas, Amat
Amo, Amas, Amather heart stands open like that
Always pushing the plot
Updating the celension of love.
| -- | Larry Gilg 7.28.1998 |
