Patsy He sent someone, an angel,                                              [Michael in tears.                                                                                distraught Unnerved                                            a warrior                                                                              in the presence of evil,                                  whose loyalty wanes] of me. Not so important.   Paramount is the lie, is not what it seems.   Belief bequeathed brushing past tomorrow, no a person, an entity, the mother                                     [Hidden in the basement by— doesn’t smother                                                                               the father] embraces the son                                 [the tumbling star] Who had the nerve to ask, Where’s mom?   Doug Self