I stand beneath this darkening sky
wearing a skin
that does not belong to me
and I am angry
that I've been shown the beauty
of my fallen kin -
and I am angry
that I've been taught
exactly how to sin.
and these shredded wings will protect me no more.
He claims
that he cannot believe
in what he cannot see,
what he cannot categorize
among all acceptable things -
and though I must seem
so mundane to him...
if I were any less real than this -
he wouldn't believe in me.
And I can no longer hear this universe dying.
I am almost glad for this
silent relegation
and though I've agreed to share
my solitude- I am beginning
to understand
I will not be recognized-
and I will not be accepted-
Though I cannot possibly exist
outside this creation
to which he and I have been
jointly condemned. |