You say that no one
can see the way your eyes light up the night.
But I am looking
and I see
that you have more than just
a way to be alive--

Come with me
see the things
you have promised to see.

No other way is worth it, can't you see that this is made for you?

Instead you rip angel wings into fine down
sifting through the remains and making them into a pillow
for your weariness.

How can you already be weary?

Be joyful, choose it.