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Friday, February 1, 2008
FALLEN PSALM
I am drowsy with ashes. They swirl past me, uplifted. Angels. Angels are grey and weightless, made of dead things. Their scissors cut shadow-lines through the light. I feel the dusty sleep of their wings.Fallen, their flight can only come in the burning.