parthenogenesis

messenger or mercenary, these

angels appear

proving certain things can slip away

and give a simple answer 

"do not ask. everything

can come from nothing

and this is not a dream"

i sense the familiarity of

contracting ribs, like bruising

and the threat of pressing

tiny bones into powder

but these are just decorum

in the glow of listless power

and the unity of extremes

i want to believe

there is no meaningless love

to do as you say, i want to do

more than just come close

and i want to know it is right

or at the least, alright

i am not sure what it is

you're telling me, but

if i listen hard

"you go on ahead

and hush now, child

it's nothing to you

you go ahead and close your eyes

and sleep and do not dream and just believe--"

just believe--