Angels

Angels

What if angels

Are group minds?

The power and love

Of a dozen friends?

Or strangers?

Who’s to say that even you and I,

Just the two of us,

Don’t form an angel,

When our souls touch?

Above you and me

Beyond or selves

Emerges a Self,

A mind wide enough

To think us both,

Like hemispheres

Or hands

That think they are free,

But are part of a larger system?

Maybe the whole world is this?

The whole universe.