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"CyberSeries"

Angry Angel

you are probably
the only one
brave and stupid enough
to call me an "angel"

in the quiet hours
I touch the rage
gently

I never know
if it will
burn, freeze, bite
or just randomly maim

slivers of the shattered dream
tear at my flesh
impale my heart
rip my soul
like so much tissue paper
the little bits, anyway
that survived
the floods of tears

the strands you wove
into my passage on this planet
fly at dawn
hide in the sun
run away by day
home to roost by dusk
glimmer in the moonlight
drown in the dark

I fan the fiery embers
to warm the icy parts
trying for some sort
of equilibrium

off-balance
yet again
I pitch and whirl
trying to stand up straight
only to be told
by ignorant passers-by
I am such a lovely
dancer

if only they knew...

these damn wings
are no help at all

they brought me to you
"out of the sky on wings of fire"
you said so
I curse them
but if I cut them off
I will die
with no means
to let more dreams
take flight

I owe allegiance to no one deity
they can all love me
my prayers go to whoever is listening
my thanks for their comfort and guidance
is universal

so I don't know
who will deal with you
for trifling with an angel

but I can assure you
there will be a heavy price to pay
for crashlanding in my continuum
where only angels
may tread

and survive

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