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Angel

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To wake again like dew upon the blades
of the green meadow, like a gust of wind
pushing the clouds above the forest glades,
at last free from desire, no longer pinned

to gristle, sinews and a skeleton.
To wake again, the water underwing
blue grey until the morning shore and sun,
the crowns of elms and oaks now wavering,
the pearly gate inhuman and aglow
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