The helmet falls
i'm wounded
I sit by the woods edge
counting the seconds of life
Then blackness
Pulled away from one reality
sliding into another
far from the battle field
The last breaths dragging me back
between two realms
Then all at once flung between the line of life
Into full death
Into the other place whole and abandoned
sitting inside a tea colored cloud
swirling up around me
Whispering thousands of questions
Questions I myself might ask
Out of the corner of my life I caught an angel
It flashed into shape and light behind the smoke
Like a frog upon a rock
All purpose zero form
Just observing me observe it
The tea colored fumes dissipated
And the inquisition began
The smoke was comfort, the angel truth
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