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By Ali Date: 2007 Nov 09 Comment on this Work [[2007.11.09.19.24.29006]] |
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When your eyes lowered the angel fell, fell as you once flew, contradicting rational grace and the spark you never thought you'd find, only you did. And then you lost another, and out snuffed the candle flame, once a well-lit blaze against the brazen stalk of night-- it was too much, just too much. Your eyes lowered to catch a glimpse of the ground, and you shut your eyes against it, bracing for the fall, almost welcoming any respite that might yield something less than this--but the bottom dropped. And somewhere between disaster and despair, you caught yourself, maybe out of sheer habit, but in exchange for such instinct, your brave face became your only face (the only one able to be seen), and you wonder at the reflection that seems to know more when you feel less. The angel fell, star-sworn and brilliant, a seizing catastrophe that cannot be captured or touched by mortal hands-- because you don't know until you know, until you find that someone else knows your shadows, and even in the darkness, you are not alone-- when the spark resurfaces, again, a resiliently reincarnated cinder-soul, it will be enough to more than just push through. |