Guise of Spirit Guide.
Some emerge from your light saved.
Most get sent home mad;
eating their minds
trying to piece together the guru.
Trying to preserve his precious silence
in the pollution of all the lies.
So you’re the cure
for heartbreakingly inadequate fathers everywhere.
Nobody need meet you at all.
You are light and shadow wide and bright
We are staring at our own eyeballs blinkless
Waiting to see something good.