In a soundless place
Where there is no need for air
For nothing that needs breathe can be
is a place where nothing changes.
Where we see the shape of angel’s wings
splayed across the face
of an endless sea.
Lost where walls of galaxies appear to disappear
like specks and motes in a beam, found
like the gentle drop of a feather,
the greatness of the spirit accomplishes
that which men and
evil can never do.
In the birth of eternal knowledge,
an Angel drifted here…from Orlando
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