An angels shadow trickles down the sky’s wall
The angel unaware and standing tall
It falls out of the heavens, leaking light of discrepant colour
Doing his holy work without any repent dolour
For every evening his stars die
But he doesn’t question his god why
Instead he is given new infant luminosity
Joining his kindred star community
He must hold them and do this well
Or else the firmament will glow dull
The angel stresses and exerts endlessly
So he does not bother that the world can see
His exhaled breath a wind across the earth
As he delivers a new birth
The colours are of magical sweat
Shooting across the night like god’s leading jet
Aurora Borealis an angles shadow
A night dappled UFO
An angel, a phantom, a specter that shines
Ignorant of his presence, his precious loved outlines.
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