ANGEL

free to choose my self

covered with sky

as with a human skin

I’ll mark the road for the innocent one

for him to reach the lies

underneath, white wings will shed down

to follow the course of the sinful one

by steps

I will make

Engravings

which only the blind man can see

amidst the axiom of time

I’ll hear in the silence

all prodigal sons returning to the herd

and now I leave,

for freedom

to ensnare me