Sunday, January 13, 2008

The Fallen Angel

there is in the angel a
biology quite untouchable by
hands or harnesses, a

glory both fallen and risen,
opened as a flower, by a
flower, ascending and descending

on truthful wings, in truth of
wings; he notes the changes
from the clouds into the river bank,

and it is in these which he exults,
and in their merging wherein he is
exalted. no mere flesh, nor

no mere spirit knows, the
alchemy, of what the
fallen angel knows.

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