In the presence of an angel I felt indifferent
Like life was used to such encounters.
I smiled and listened as best as I could,
Until he walked away.
No halo,
Nothing golden.
Just a conversation that went nowhere,
With the pretenses that I would go somewhere.
Where did I go?
It seems my life has taken a vacation.
Leaving space for the present to take place.
But isn't the point to be yourself,
And fall flat on your face?
The Angel seemed to think so,
I should believe him, because more than anyone else
He would know.
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