onsdag 6. mars 2013

Arrival of what ?...


Angels gather.
The rush of mad air
cyclones through.
Wing tips brush the hair,
a million strands stand;
waving black anemones.
Hosannas 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...


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