When Angels Sing
by J. V. Foerster
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Did you know when angels sing
it's a foghorn
with a 1000 harmonies.
Close in your ear at night
so near you cannot move.
The tickling buzzing
of authenticities stretch
deep inside.
If you rise you are
dizzy & captured
by the intention
to walk new pathways.
For days you'll long
to see just one lone feather
floating by your bed.
You will not find it.
What I am telling you is
the ships at sea
are not closer to God
then we
they are here in this fog sailing.
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