I am trapped in the radiance of brutal angels
Lonely in the spaces between creations
I make my own world as flimsy shelter
Doors, walls, roofs made broken
Sun, rain, breeze falls into me
The universe hides in my fingertips
I hold tightly on, marooned with the angels
Silence dancing without me
Butterflies scratching at the blackboard,
Waiting for me to create again.
You will find I am still writing this poem
You have finished reading it.