Angels gather --- rush of mad air ---

Angels gather.
the rush of mad air
cyclones through.
wing rips brush the
hair, a million
strands
stand; waving black anemones.
Hosannahs crush the
shell's ear tender, and
tremble
down clattering
to the floor.
Harps sound,
undulate their
sensuous meanings.
Hallelujah ! Hallelujah !
You
beyond the door.

Do you understand ?
Please do not !
Because I don't...
It is a dream.

My friends please have a sweet dream !