Glint - Poem by Phil Fallico
Helping angels to walk again
Who almost clutched the moon
All with a single voice so strong
It was almost prophetic
As bright ages darkened
As wisp collapsed on the heavy linen
That fell before it
And rock hardened the soft floor that
Settled crowds for night
As crutches splintered and fragmented
Amidst crashing stars and comets in flight.
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