Disassociative

He was looking

for complex answers

in all the wrong

places.

There are simple bodies

in the skies,

white harbingers

of a darker disguise:

a day to bring solace.

He brought his person

under bright lights, and I

looked on unharmed.

They are two people talking

at all times. A third, the

self, decides

on the sound.

There are complex bodies

underground.

-the ambassador