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[This one's almost tender...]

Lying here, feeling so bound
—Wishing I could leave the flesh behind and let my spirit roam.
So many people are hurt and feeling lost.
I can see it everywhere.
I feel their sorrows.
But I’ll never do them any good.

How can I help them when I feel their pain
But I can’t express it and put it into words?
When I know the comfort,
But the flesh inhibits me?

Oh, to be gone from this world and its things
—To be free from this body and its sustenance.
To be able to crawl into their eyes and see as they see.
To kiss their sore heart and massage its rigidity away.

If there were some way I could help others to see
That this existence is merely a fraction of eternity.
The things that bother us or cause us to falter
Will never more wound our memory.

So why place such importance on proving that I am right?
Why worry about the cosmetic and physical applications of this life,
When they are all so unimportant in comparison to the spiritual
And what will live on?

-- Angelina Phantom 10:30-11:00 AM; December 7, 1997