The Angel Poem by Brian Routh

The angel has kissed me
I am awake with my spiritual sword in hand
ectpoplasm bubbling inside me
thoughts provoke me
I move
I am moving
drifting
fighting to grab the controls
to steer the ship
I have no chart to follow
I am a blubber bag
large and awkward
gangling my limbs
twisting my head
siphoning off poison
the gasses escaping
no chance of melting here
in this wasteland of logic
a voice within rings out
resonating reason
my sky is blue
my spirit new