(Poems Become Incantations)
by David Sky
My angels draw so close now,
And if I am still and it is quiet,
I can hear their wings beating
The air around me
As softly as a moth's wings
Fanning a stone
Sometimes
There is no need for thought
Or even feeling -
Some Thing drifting aimlessly
Through vast strides of space,
In perfect oblivion:
For beings charged with light
There is only one journey -
From Life to Life
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