another one winged
this one in sandals up to his calf
he points up you get it
the light is lilied sun thinned
your chest becomes feral
you can never see your own halo
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when I tell you you look
for escape where can you go?
my putti
everywhere
had I no hair would I be as sweeping
as generous? I wouldn’t be that is so
my angels are cowering now
this is not sorrow
the glow around you
is larger than you are
the very end of sorrow
when the iris plant behind you
begins to draw your eye