Angels of iridescent glory
Shattering, shimmering bodies tremble as burning leaves in an uncontrolled
fire
Lifting up with placid eyes
Crushing bones without dire
Singing of shrill superfluous voices
A beast that is and is not at once
Piercing
The dark headed creatures are here
Slain and fallen to perish from an untimely birth
The Paris stench fills our carbon lungs
Brothers of a time
Impossibilities seem to be their reality
A reality of anticipated futures
Of dying stars
And in anticipation we find ourselves lost as the nephilim
Expired beauty
An abortion of the soul
