Walking with Angels into the Night
Rubbing
eyes and head
To
find that one more ounce
Of
electric shock to keep going
My
mind fuzzy from too many
Sudden
jolts that come
Every
hour of every day
I
long for sleep
But
when presented with it
I
scoff at the notion
Of
going there
No,
there must be one more
Time,
place, person, or word
To
burn the night off
And
see the charred beauty
After
the fire takes
Everything
else away
My
bones sing and dance
Up
from the sand
Reanimated
with soul and sun
I
stroll willingly into the furnace
walking
with angels
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