The Metamorphosis of Angel into Wanderer,

For now I once again resume my episodic life,
The white no longer seems as black -
Still, my nocturnal, brief hysterias (I do confess, the countless sins would set me a bit back)
Strap I.O.U’s by the defensive mechanisms
Betraying me into the abyss number nine
But therapy must suit me fine,
If the asylums of insanity applaud, harmoniously slamming doors
Upon release…
Encore! Encore to that one night, in solitude with “you and yours”,
When it was time to say goodbyes, in longing..

(You see, it really didn’t matter
If you were buried in disguise
By the dark glass of your eyes
Though your flesh have crystallized)*

To be at peace, to hold you, have you to myself…again…again…
Amen