Custom House angel

Angel raises my gaze.
Angel tugs my locks.
Angel nudges my chin
Skywards to be struck.

Angel caresses my cornea,
Lit with pale fire that
Makes me splendid.

Say, “Hold the book so I can see.

Say, “Billow wisdom in my hollows.”

Say, “Let me sneak the ending, apparition.”

“Holy smokes!”

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