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Gabriel Moreno

(21/01/77 / Gibraltar)

Orpheus and The Angels


Orpheus and the angels

I am a machine
bullied by angels
subservient steel
to interior wings.

I follow the word
ideograms of air
insatiable desires
no fuel can feed.

I am a machine
son of the caves
a rootless au pair
of celestial dreams.

I listen to songs
echoing the Gods
I was born to pine
intangible things.

I am a machine
a pedal of valves
electrical strands
for ethereal whims.

I am the collapse
Ariel’s therapeutics
Plato’s Christmas
I deal with the bills.

I am a machine
bullied by angels
the sky is radiant
the moon is anemic.

Submitted: Friday, December 30, 2011
Edited: Friday, December 30, 2011
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