I'm just more aware now
Of how I vibrate
The fabric is all.
I am no longer responsible
For the residue in the air
Of never-satisfied, ever-craving.
When I leave my pod
I think the whole world
Leaves with me
Yet the flowing veil
Who precedes me
Is barely corporeal
Much less the center
Of everyone thinking
"Where is she going?"
Still I evade being seen,
Even by the invisible,
Even as the crows perch on poles
To better observe.
They refuse to move
Until I'm comfortable in myself.
It won't be anytime soon.
I'm not used to being walled away
From all my sisters and brothers.
Where I come from
Is like everywhere else;
We share the same mind.
The angels don't have to be
Drawn on the glass
On the way to the bells
For we all have permission
To act as a God, with what the unreal
Don't possess, a direct line to source.
We have that here, too, of course,
Though we let the bells clang
Instead of ringing them ourselves
From inside. Every pair matches,
Every pattern we share,
That's just table stakes.
Here we learn to unwind
The string of a ball until,
At the end of the thread
The gem tumbles down.
Maybe, with the right light,
I can finally detect it.
