What to do when your guardian angel stabs your back?

After being resurrected to a heart attack?


Where is it that you will  hide when the clouds are burning?

Because fire will scorch without ever discerning.



And where do you plan to dwell when your rock turns to sand?

When your foundation crumbles and there's nowhere to stand.



How do you intend to ascend with wings made of lead?

Constantly dreaming of the stars but digging instead.



Who will be left to call when the gate locks behind you?

When mocked by the universe for what you believed true?


But perhaps the fault occurred during my translation?

Is that what caused the remainder in this equation?


Oh, or maybe it's this jagged splinter in my eye.

Strange, guess I didn't notice it, but I wonder why.


Some objects become blurry, while others become clear.

Amazing what we tolerate when driven by fear.



But why would my guardian angel bear a forked tongue?

With kisses of poison causing delusion when stung?



I will endure the fire, just not suffer its cause.

But the devices that caused it are what gives me pause.


Rocks will still crumble and the landscaping will alter.

Find better land so your foundation doesn't falter.


It bothers me most that I could confuse wings and weights.

Did I imagine heaven due to such dire straits?


Aware of just one locked gate on a long winding path,

Is like solving a problem but forgetting the math.



Surely my life would seem dull if not tested by crashes,

If paying attention you will see flame sparked by ashes.

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