Angel, obsessed, fallen with the weight of
glacial delections detecting waters
dispossessed of ice....
Angel, occupied, stricken with the burdens of
strangling swollen floodings
brooding in the South....
Angel, immaculate, translucent with the Light of
masterpieces in pieces directing casual
observance of fraud....
Angel, pristine, shine gone with the sight of
the Earth as Gaia, and correcting
herself immaculately naturally....
Angels should not consume
themselves as
the Phoenix....
Light fractures....
never white again.
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