Distant Angel

Amongst our earthy refuge,

Loom our subhuman quality

That allows our gaits so huge,

Morphing into a graceful entity!

We thereof speak of good,

That no mortal can much discern,

No one has ever understood,

But with heedless unconcern!

That's why there are wings

Used for flying however scabbed,

Our marked indecision of things,

Shows how halos get nabbed!

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