Ah, now I see
how the best & the worst
fills the same mortal cup.
No use crying over
spilled blessings
or the curse of vicious circles.
The geometry of my
many-chambered heart
contains the strangest angles.
My best intentions
are a tangle of angels—
fallen and exalted.
Halt! Who goes there?
Oh, it’s just me.
My doppelganger of stealth-
climbing the stairs:
I have stranger danger
towards myself.
