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The Catacombs of Night
Lo! I have wrestled angels in the catacombs of night and risen, as if from the dead, bone-weary, at daylight, my sheets soaked through with fevered sweat and every muscle sore, and tufts of mutilated feathers scattered on the floor, … Continue reading
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Tagged angels, death, dilemmas, fear, night, paradox, sleep, transformation, William Blake
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Yesterday’s Angels
Baby’s got a hole in her shoe Tells me she’s not sure what to do All her watercolors have turned to blue Said she wanted a choice, but now there’s nothing left to choose Tells me that her well’s about … Continue reading
Posted in Poems, Songs, Statements
Tagged angels, control, freedom, illusions, regret, relationships
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