Late 2004
Like a sonnet on LSD.
I am the unorthodox angel
An angel of hope and redemption
Born on the wind on the edge of the sunrise
Born on the tip of the thunderbolt’s fire
I am the unfortunate angel
The angel regret and repentance
Slow-rising, far-seeing, born to the tempest
Under the weight of the hurricane’s ire.
I am the intemperate angel
The angel of desperate valor
Born in the flare of the sudden rebellion,
Quick-striking wrath in the thunderstorm dire.
And the last of the bleak, blind, storm-tossed fools.
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