A smirking face is a testimony
of all that is approachable.
A twister, spangled with black and white,
is a prophecy of a god fulfilled.
Angels, the messengers of heaven,
the protectors, the carriers, the fallen;
have you come to lift me or drag me?
Are you the neglected meals?
The flowers that dream of blooming in the snow?
Do you have any feelings of your own,
or are they programmed to your heart?
When I was a baby, I heard an angel sing
the story of my life in my native tongue,
but mama hushed my cries and told me she was there.
Now, the voice is calling for me once again
from the corners of my room,
from the shadows under the blooming trees,
from above the heavens,
from inside my mind.