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Tuesday, February 09, 2016

Angels


And day still crashes into night
Black velvet muffles creativity
And so we go to sleep
Arrest demise of light in dreams
Like bees that quiet at dusk
Drowsing angels on coffers of gold
We hum in false concern
Upon all this despoiled comb
And dreams wither on waking
For we dare not remember
We are fading towards ruin