The pain subsides
while an unsubstantial sound
succeeds in breaking otrageous sounds
from suburbian subways .
Itīs nice. Itīs an emission of emotion.
Itīs enigmatic and enjoyable.
Delicacy of narrow wings against a cymbal
becomes a cyclon in my ears.
I try to avoid this sweetness,
I am falling and I am not able to
escape from it.
Impredictable conjure,
is like a blow to my confussion.
Compass in my awareness of God,
the angelīs sound
is now installed into my brain
for ever.
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