When I looked up from my blank page
there was an angel in the room
A rather commonplace angel,
presumably of lower rank.
You cannot imagine, he said
the degree to which you're dispensible.
Of the fifteen thousand hues of blue
he said, each one makes more of a difference
than anything you may do
or refrain from doing,
not to mention the felspar
or the Great Magellanic Cloud.
Even the common plantain, unassuming
as it is, would leave a gap. Not you.
I could tell from his bright eyes -
he hoped for an argument, for a long fight.
I did not move. I waited in silence
until he had gone away
Hans Magnus Enzensberger
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