nine twelve angels

so, you, too, have heard the angels. they don't even open their mouths when they whisper! but, shoot, neither do we. how do you think we navigate each other despite our strongest efforts not to acknowledge each other? how do you think we are always finding each other despite our most motivated attempts to remain isolated? where could you people come from if we hadn't been talking this whole time?

in and then on you go. bubbles on the slightest air currents - merging and bouncing and popping.
turning inside out and disappearing.

there is no A and B. it is just here and now.
what's the rush? the pace is out of your control.