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30 Darker Angels A’ight, but it’s Thursday Grasses of the moon wave You are free now to nourish in a turret near the final climb Blood thickens unrest and the pause of sirens is poignant Like particles of light a feeling passes through me and emerges at a different angle Enlarged like a fish in the tank Persuasively transparent garage calls to me Lines painted like pews The celebrant is opaque and the rite is not brief Horizons, to the left a tail light To the right pitch blue open road Directly above without drama, denuded of solitude Once angels depart I want darker angels to arrive I will this to suit partners in mind Linger here where tires make their small aggressive sounds I am on way to observe the tiny waves of her ablutions An unfamiliar a-capella version Door to door brick red differs because you should faint about now and twice again you have to go back to the powers

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