We sit on the wall; an angel and a demon together.
He tilts his head at me like a curious cat, then he speaks,
“Angel, do you ever wonder about the universe?”
I chuckle. “We made the universe, dear boy.”
He smiles. “What if- in the infinity that is this- there are numerous
Universes in which we exist?”
I study him thoughtfully. “Do you think we’ve met in all the
Universes you speak of?”
“Maybe. But in some-not yet.” He smiles again. “I’d like to think
That we’re forever in the garden of Eden. Sat here, in this bliss.”
I smile. “So do I.” I grasp his hand.
Then I’m falling, falling back into the all-consuming darkness.
I’m knelt on the cool dark pavement,
Clutching his body, knowing we don’t have much time.
God is dead and soon we will be too.
“Angel,” he murmurs, teary eyed. “Maybe we’re together
In some distant universe, we’re still sat on the wall in the
Garden of Eden. Forever drunk on the innocence that
Not all is lost.” Then his eyes slowly blink shut.
I cry out to the universes, begging to be back on the wall
In the blessed garden of Eden.
And I am, as I open my eyes- I’m sitting on the wall,
Next to him, holding his hand.
“You alright, Angel?” he asks and I nod.
For once, everything is alright as we sit
Forever in the garden of Eden.
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