he
is a misanthropic healing angel with a clenched fistful of face
he
projects a divine uplifting presence consciously unknown to himself
when
he sits on the train commuters nearby feel whole again so blessed
his
tender emanations grace them so as their pain and conditions vanish
they
confusedly smile at him in gratitude and try to make eye contact
but
he believes they are only mocking him
for
he has no conception of his miraculous beneficence
he
remains so baffled and hurt that people will not leave him alone
he
weeps inwardly at the bewildering mocking world cast around him..
he
is a misanthropic healing angel with a clenched fistful of face
his
auric energy field vanquishes dark entities despite himself
eyes
lowered while at work yet his colleagues feel so spiritually uplifted
staring
at him distracted as he despairingly completes spreadsheets
they
marvel at his loving presence and his air of nonchalance
alas
he misreads their attention as micro-aggression
for
he has no realisation what his higher self is capable of
perplexed
that his colleagues single him out so
what am I
doing wrong so often feeling very alone he ponders..
he
is a misanthropic healing angel with a clenched fistful of face
he
always takes the better path despite the ways he feels mistreated
he
understands in this dense realm so very few have it easy
thus
he wishes all well despite the strangeness of their behaviour
they are just
projecting onto me what is hidden inside themselves
he
also rationalises such experiences as twisted forms of test
an
empathetic misanthropist reconciled to the current human condition
he
laughs and makes light of the terrible plight experienced here
for me
someday maybe soon all this will all end
i remain hopeful
one day humankind really might mend itself..