Oblique angels fall
blunt force trauma, shut the eyes
lift the veil to face
inquiries that stall
queries lack reality
underground, dull spies
empty out deep space
anxious to get their work done
no one feels pity
given birds still sing
each day sparrows in the bush
let words take a swing
swing batter swing, push
forward the envelope, one
angel survives, call
language central, lies
lift the veil, unreal, eyes bawl
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