WHERE THE ANGELS ARE (E A D G B E)
Take this shoe. Great, small, few will know what to do.
Break this spell. Snake, ball, bell. You’re unwell.
And I am too. What can we do?
On the edge of your bed. Go back to sleep.
Through the screen. A tear in the night. I’m staring at the sun.
And you are too. It’s time to make a move.
Where the angels are. They ever appear far. Always on the edge. Almost in my hands. I want to swim with them.
Where the angels are. The cracks in the footpath. The shadow of a wave. Shoulders on the highway. Shoulders up to your face. Sunset on a cloudy day.
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