Rapid thoughts of past days
Call the angels forth,
To wield aloft their magic song
And carry us to places gone.
To friends long thought lost
And faces not quite known,
Through the jumbled musings
Our doubts let loose to run amok.
Eye to eye with fear then joy
Searching, always searching
For anchors to the real world and
Surcease from senseless noise.
The angels are unyielding
Giving, not one person quarter.
Until the scenes are all played out
No one here is leaving.
Movement here is not ours to reign;
Enlightened paths could bring dismay,
Or darkened groves give crucial shelter
With waking dreams manifested.
There are exceptions to the rules,
When the angels loose their sway.
Realisation and with it power,
You turn the thorn into a flower.
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