The spirit gathers and crests
In an otherwise empty chamber,
From the rubble fallen, part creatures
Are earning through pain
Night spun wings.
These crystallise,
As if one could capture the change
Just by thinking;
Embryo angels splitting star eggs.
Ghosted things.
I am watching them land
From the other end of the passage.
Slow motion daemons
Are gathering fast
As God sings.
David Erdos
Pic: Claire Palmer

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