dear gilt angel
catching the light of candles
how fractur'd my thoughts as I am made
to measure actions as sins or necessities
cornering them with recited prayers
or my own reckless versions
even now, my mind weakens
as preternatural truths confound the common
an image of hands
carving your still-flight wings,
your graceful features countenanc'd
by half-lid sightless eyes,
as I am made to affirm all creation
with eyes half-blind
in this building
you are the keystone and the cornerstone
I am the builder
in this life
you are eternal
I am oblivion
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