The sacred imperfection of you,
Carves my very soul.
The radiant, fragmented glory of you
tears me up then makes me whole.
We all are but angel beasts
We thrash inside our skins
Nursing old scars of war, remembering where we've been.
But I see the holy scripture
light inside your eyes.
The angel beast yet has wings, radiant, ready to fly.
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