Confession
       

        Along the way, angels do nothing but change our minds. Unseen, they approach us through our dreams. From under closed eyelids, they tiptoe out in front of a sun rising orange behind their transparent darkness. Their white shadows wrap a space of changing shape and motion around us. All thought's sloughed off. Legs no longer stand, arms no longer reach, voices no longer express their broken silence for us. Pursued by our own birth, none of us can help being caught by the selves we leave behind. Considering them memories, and believing only what we want those memories to be, never what they really are, is no doubt why these angels insist on changing our minds without letting us be the first to know.

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