White Noise #2

Pressed between
a rock and a hard
place, I’ve seen angels
coming from the stones;

But they’re abuzz with
transmogrification,
pleated neon lights
capturing still lives;

As if in the dark,
they dress in black,
woven shrouds of
charcoal & cat hair;

Meddled
minds think
as though
they cannot
comprehend
the madnesses
of God. But I say,
madness stems
from a river,
and we all drink
sooner or later.

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Pressed between
a rock and a hard
place, I’ve seen angels
coming from the stones;

But they’re abuzz with
transmogrification,
pleated neon lights
capturing still lives;

As if in the dark,
they dress in black,
woven shrouds of
charcoal & cat hair;

Meddled
minds think
as though
they cannot
comprehend
the madnesses
of God. But I say,
madness stems
from a river,
and we all drink
sooner or later.

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