I would fold myself
into a thousand sheets
and strip my skin
to cloak you.
I would take you into the creases,
undo myself to feed you
with the pulp of my brains,
to be your god–
a god that would not
forsake you, but lift you
on the heights of knowledge
I would thirst for in your presence,
and transcend any fathomable
existence to attain,
so that you may live and
become what you were destined for;
if only to remain and see
with eyes a truth like Me.
I would wear a crown of rivers
and wash you without blood, if only
I could have enveloped you, each one of you,
as you stepped down
from the trains.
