Fay angels hold to the heights
the guardians of God’s domain
have witnessed much across the years
above the realm of mortal men
assured of blessings from their god
while watching cars passing by
the bridge between two ends
transportation in best of times
a lovely perch for the Séraphin

this high juncture most ignore
no true stop for mortal men
lest they pause to contemplate
observe the cars in all their might
flying down the concrete stream
oblivious to spectator's gaze

at that bluff I find myself
hearing angels’ whispered songs
asking me to pause again
I rebuke their company
push them aside as I proceed
their input has no place
when the pit is in my mind
seeking depths beyond the pain
feet to fall and then no more
flying for a brief time
while angels hold to the heights.

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