Kit Kelen #245 - the angels again or if I were mist

245

the angels again

or

if I were mist

Christmas tree tinsel

good guys' trick or treat

you want to rub up against them

just an idea

they practise an antique erotics

all folds and fold away

still the question of weight

will be addressed

is this substance in fact soul

of which so long is spoken?

they cannot be seen in the light, in the dark

are they animal tidings attendant?

if one were made of mist

or of some other song

you might think that the ages are in them

you might say they are whispered this way

hung in the upward corners of a dream

but never upside down

gossamer song

and full of god's breath

seek their nests in the tree of life

spread feathers of theirs

these messengers shot through

give spinelessness its wings

where fallen

with the Cheshire grin