You can see him, there,
in the mirroring eyes:
the fallen seraph
hiding behind the smile.
He is umbilic-less;
he finds in the darkness,
the bright glass – solace.
It is never enough;
the subsistence continues—
for melodies persist
even as lyrics disperse
along the vaulted angles.
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Absent the close-tucked
memories, the layered tufts—
pinioned, he stalks this world;
unbearably light.
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