My guardian angel is quiet,
gently hovering over the crowd.
“Hurry up, gratify your cravings,
you, the madman, the child, the blind one.”

He can see everything.
how earth goes around
and the sky weds the river,
the minefields of the future
and prophetic sleep with the lost line.

Darkness-behind the darkness,
stars-behind the stars,
Death behind life,
and it is so easy to lose one’s path,
as easy as a look in the mirror.

And I am looking closely at my face
and I see inscribed in it
the madness of anger,
the disgrace of jealousy,
but he saved me by his own humility.

And again, he is saving me from
Death’s affection,
from the ramble of the crowd.
He is raising his wings and targeting
the millstones of my destiny.