The Unreal Angel Poem by Andhy Shakespeare

On the palace of man get'th unreal
I get all parts of my own touching on it
My unseen words fli'th
Fli'th to well far place
Place where the unreal angle be
My true human well loveth thee
O the unreal angle...
I can make thee be in my unseen words
But I can not make thee be my own
There be a singing of the second life on the roof
All parts of own froze 'cause of it
But I can break it 'cause of thee
Thou art my soul