We kiss an angel with each breath we exhale. It doesn't matter if you "believe" in angels (I don't).
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tinydoctor (tinydoctor@mstdn.social)'s status on Saturday, 05-Jul-2025 09:05:06 JST tinydoctor
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tinydoctor (tinydoctor@mstdn.social)'s status on Saturday, 05-Jul-2025 12:39:20 JST tinydoctor
I kiss an angel with each breath I exhale,
a different angel
for each expelled breath.
I don't believe in angels,
but still
we kiss.Some of their number
I think long
to catch my last breaththe kiss of death
a precious sip
of Aqua Mortis,some content
to live out of time
in the eternal moment.But the queue stretches
from aleph to omega--
So many angels, an infinitudemore than all the breath
I have left.
All that air kissedand only one angel
receives the gift
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tinydoctor (tinydoctor@mstdn.social)'s status on Monday, 07-Jul-2025 02:12:46 JST tinydoctor
Another angel poem to add to the series, @simsa03 @simsa02
Fallen angels take root in Earth.
A river comes
to wash away, wash away
the soil.The rooted wings slowly, slowly
gnawed free
flung to airto fall again.
The flight is short
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simsa02 (simsa02@mastodon.social)'s status on Monday, 07-Jul-2025 02:21:42 JST simsa02
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Which reminds me of this and makes me ponder how much Moebius' art has in fact been 20th century Angeology.