Angel raises my gaze.
Angel tugs at my locks.
Angel nudges my chin
Skywards to be struck.
Angel caresses my cornea,
Lit with pale fire and I
Am made splendid,
Saying, “Hold the book so I can see.“
Saying, “Billow wisdom in my hollows.”
Saying, “Let me sneak the ending, apparition.”
“Holy smokes!”
