An angel knocked at the door
& asked me if I saw the raven

I saw it, I answered,
even used to know it by heart

What kind o raven could be known by heart?
The angel asked

That king of raven that knocks at the door,
the same way you did – I answered

Do you think that a raven knocking at the door the way I did
Might have been an angel too?

I cannot figure this syllogistic inference as such, I answered.
You see, that raven did not actually knock at my door
Allegedly, it knocked at somebody else’s door
& I learned the news in a book of poems
& I learned the poem by heart
& I used to say it loud, repeatedly, in front of the mirror
& and I saw the Words, and they were good
& it was evening and morning, and it was catharsis.

What do you mean by catharsis?
The angel asked

I do not mean, I answered
I can only feel, realise, and picture…

However, do you know anybody who creates meaning?
The angel asked

I do, I answered, I do…
Still, He is not just anybody