It might have been a dream,
but I remember meeting
an angel,
or a demon
at a long-lost intersection.
Helped me peek
behind the curtain
and revealed the inner workings.
I understood nothing,
of that I am certain,
but it left a great impression.
While we are sealed in this dimension,
there is some kind of transition,
a point of time for graduation
from this flimsy, flesh temptation,
to a greater revelation.
I hold my breath in anticipation
as I await my invitation.
I met an angel,
or a demon
at some forgotten intersection.
a choice was made,
I didn’t mention;
my choice,
my life,
my new direction.
You cannot linger at the threshold,
you must step in,
or be abandoned.
HG – 2019