I light up
            exhale
 shift to the left
    the sun lights
      up the smoke
 through two panes
    like the wing tip
           of Gabriel
              is that
 where my soul resides
            in between
             two panes
 getting into the 
 bath
 my mind turns to God
    this is my church
        closest I get
           till more solid proof
             is offered 
             in a postal flyer
              which could well
            be recycled anyway
 I think again how
 Gabriel's wingtips
      glisten like
        sharpening 
     axes for that
       last battle
 against the horde
               Then I shift
                 the vision
                     fading 
                 as the sun
 hits the mirror
          behind
       blinds me
      with light
               I turn to 
                  bigger
               questions
              God do you
     bleed every 28 days
        or birth another 
        Angel



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