21 May 2012, Silver Lake still
Kaizer is writing a story about neutral angels
They cannot choose a side
Light or dark; they must only bear witness
Every day they must gouge out the
Patch of skin where nubby feathers begin again
Do you understand the anguish inherent to neutrality?
Tears streamed my cheeks
When he told me the story of the story
He is going to tell
And I gasped for air at the
Surface to which he pulled me
Hand to elbow, elbow to hand
From the depths of the blue ocean
Where my spirit threatens to sleep
