Angel dust slapped against the sky
clouded memoir to the moon
whispered words echo on the wind,
“Goodbye, Mother. Goodbye.”
Pass across wan, gibbous face
shadow leaking tears like tar,
but fear and sorrow slowly wane
in slender, silver grace.
On the hillside perches child
in headstrong reverence,
wings wrapped ’round his nakedness
face painted blue with light.
Golden morning rises into grey
mist swirled life, the child [...]

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