Don't confuse an angel with the hand of God
Though they may tread lightly not on my dreams have trod
The cusps and the auspices of a fragile frigid key
That rings out in the silences of a murdered tranquility
I charge you with the licenses to kill given us to obey as law
With the private alliances that sell the homes of the poor
With all your wretched violences and a crop of quarters more
Torn by bubonic balances and fought out in religious war
The sweet terror of death laps longingly at the shore
The risible visible fire shows, spark the darkest core
The shadows of ambulances raging down the street
Heavy in the night violations of the keepers' peace
Make me blind in boldness, bolt shut the door on sin
And Cast out the devil's kindness into the hole within
The Frames of the window leave a pain in me
For my see-through soul is grinning at the animal sea
And charging like a rhino or extended like a giraffe
The tectonic plates of day crash like storm-blown telegraph
Fly me off to the end, make an end, now what would that be?
To see all heaven in a rage at a little fish caught out at sea
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