I imagine angels
wings like helicopters
wings like helicopters
thrumming reflected
by a sodden sky
voices rasped by indrawn smoke
voices rasped by indrawn smoke
exhaustion tempered
with hot coffee
riding four wheeled chargers
riding four wheeled chargers
that in no way resemble
fiery steeds
peering out from careworn faces
peering out from careworn faces
waiting for us to recognize
the divine within
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