Meet me in the forest of petrified longings
Together, we will wade enchanted waters
baptized by the swamp below
Pulling, squelching, sinking
Origami angels
folding softly into clay,
fossils to decipher in
another time
We are bodies, bare
and twisted
in ropes of regret
Now relinquished to the
records spinning in our heads of
all the things we never were
and never could be
The dirt is undemanding,
the filth a benevolent grace
At long last,
we will finally be clean
the angelcat chronicles 