It was in the old civilizations
From the arches which angels
Appeared and appeased the land
With rich oxygen and fully grown
Greenery, until a swarm of God's
Favorites released from the soil
Breathed breakable winds unto
The world, released from the wild
Of God's heart:
Up the ladder of the earth
The angels climbed,
The humans braided with ******
Threads and spreading like
floods at the shores of horizons,
Filled with a luminous hole
And confusing noises running
Like a forest fire.
Through the drunken madness
To fill the void meeting from
Broken songs they built cities
Of stone like their hearts,
Fathers of spinning webs,
Mothers of the attacker.
And in the days they wiped
Away the tears in the stellar
Madness wishing on dark stars,
They circled the earth,
Like madmen they lamented
Vanished wounds,
The man animals,
Anomoly of the Most High,
Throbbing hopes within,
They wander like lonely storms.