Standing in the GO station parking lot Sad and cold The wind dragging razors over my face I see cars all over the place I squint at each and every one Trying to identify The Uber returning the phone I left behind

Grief becomes a waiting room A familiar place you retreat to Before getting back To what you really came here for X Sometimes you see people That you saw in the waiting room The last time you were there Every time you’re there again

They were tying their camel They trusted you But the guards still dragged them away Wait that wasn’t them, it was that other guy They died, and he lived Deserve had nothing to do with it Can’t keep things straight upstairs What do I even know? I should tie my camel

Birds flying high You know how I feel You know this love is real Peaches on the trees Shelter in the cold My love for you to hold Dolphins diving deep This love is divine Arriving at cloud nine

Here lies a vast amount of data With very limited processing power Memories live undetected Some roll in like an easy tide Others crash on the rocks On the barrier reef Between the conscious And unconscious mind A splash of cold water Shocking me awake From a peaceful slumber With something I already knew Now it feels like I’m back there Even while I walk around here I want to put it away but where Its place seems to be lost

Fragility in the mind Fear in the heart Shame in the spirit Resentment the effect Vengeance in the mind Malevolence in the heart Arrogance in the spirit Retaliation the effect Wisdom in the mind Compassion in the heart Emptiness in the spirit Forgiveness the effect

One angel found this demon Wandering lost, eyes closed Pupils bloody encrusted and cold Guided him to a seat on a cloud, they told The next angel sat before him Wiped his face with a warm damp towel Scabs slipped away, screams he howled Finally came to rest with a beaten scowl The last angel looked in those eyes And seen the demon’s sins Where his cruelty ends and begins And still said prayers for him

They could not know I made sure of that A secret squirreled away It wouldn’t do any good to share Something so terrible With no right to tell It was just one night Still the whole world ended Dusted off my shoulder Easy come, easy go Never mind the horror There were things I needed to do And I was slipping already Eyes on the prize Eyes on the prize So I thank you For your spirits and your smiles That effortless effervescence Your work and support Tending to that fresh invisible wound