The angel brandish
with readings aflame
in the locks of the night
spreading
like a cloak
Ready to lie down
on the frail shoulder
A boundless verb
with a crystal pin
the bruises in the cold bed
that long ago covered
the child
From above it takes them out
singed
To leave
the gates of the vault
behind its hard heels
(Translated into English by Marija Girevska)
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