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.