All changed since then. That was the last day planned.

I had believed it was only in the shining small things that I might catch my reflection.

 But then God dropped the world.

Smithereens.

For a few days I thought I got to decide how the continents fit together,

and could make the station clock stand still. 

Some mornings I awake and feel that I still can. Hard to keep it going though.

Take it from me; it’s hard to look directly to an Angel when she’s set on maximum.