icHor nostAlgia | [poetry]

i. angelus

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Ex minimis seminibus nascuntur
ingentia:
Out of germs giant things have risen
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°Our minds were made to control things.

°We light matches with barbie dolls to spite society for subjecting us to playtime.

Playtime never ends!°
We are paper airplanes;
too thin to take flight
without being thrown.

°Well,
You are,
at least.

I shapeshift at my leisure.°

I am now a sculpture,°
alive in a wooden museum,
where grass grows in the bark of my walls.

But I can't stay here long.°
My skin will turn to ash caskets,
because of my heart
saturated in a flame.

°I am a gateway now.
A gateway to vegetated earth marinating in blood.
Astral gasses seep from the air bubbles trapped in this blood,
For it came from the mouthes

of angels.°
angels tired of fighting a war for people unaware.

°I see galaxies displayed on the ichor.
Galaxies and Christian Louboutin lipstick.

°We kissed them.

A whole army of them.

And they all fell to a planet
littered with spears.

They are the angels that have fallen°
And we have made them.

°Out of ash caskets I have risen,
And as an enigma i will fall.

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