FOR THE NIGHTS I REALIZE MY INSIGNIFICANCE

I am too human to understand miracles.

i break it into morsels : colour/sound/ birth/ death - an insult to the heavens and yet.

 

The angel in me all but manages to break free from this body.

fails to graze the seventh heaven with her desperate, sinful feather-touch.

an aim too precarious, icarus told again --

she falls, meanwhile,back on earth.

my toungue knot itself in prayers, 

chokes ancient scripts in a mortal mouth.

how can i,

malleable, forgotten, easily broken.

be meant to understand?

angel tsks in response, i stutter in prayer.

and in an ode to infinite fallacy - we cry it out

i am too imperfect to understand,

i break it into morsels: song/ pain/ sight/touch

-- an insult to the heavens and yet.

merely a human trying to hear the voice of a god.