On 4th of March at midday
a knock on the door
a parcel left outside
no name or other clue
Inside a note
“Wear me at night”
Signed
“Yours Sincerely
Xavier LeClevere”
It was a helmet of sorts
Two halves, strapless design
In Steel blue reflectionless
Glass
As dusk turned to night
I donned the device
Lied down on the bed
Contemplating rest
But sleep came not easy
In fact it came not
To visit that night
or others following
As far as they could tell
I had spent years in
that place, my muscled
detetiorated, being alive
a miracle
All I remember was flying
crossing the skies in a
chariot of light
I was God, creator of all
watching, smiling at the
insanity of it all
