DISAGGREGATED ANGELS

SUBLIME POETIC JUSTICE

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THIS IS A SHORT NOVEL OF DEEP LITERATURE ... SUBLIME POETIC JUSTICE, with deep and emotional proses that make your head spin in the wonder of the text, and on must read it over and over, finding another tale within the words that mean one thing to one, and another to the other!

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Read some of the poems forward and backwards, then find that the message is the same either way. Fill your head with ideas that may be beyond your imagination, or maybe thought of in the past, and now glad that it is finally on paper!

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You will long for the next page as the words role of the tip of your tongue longing to live them, or on occasions,

forget them altogether?

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Disaggregated Angels

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Upon white shores, shaded spumes ignites on, and a last young angels disaggregated! All too seemingly troubled or angered, some took to the winds when within motions carved deep curves in the line drawn-out, and so on deployed motives wrapped in soft down that with light friction

bolstered a yelp contained by fragile shafts of

white equal to loud, beached thunder.

To all willing this was the way of the flight, when with the will twenty geared up for green pastures. Where onto the bleached fields struck the lastly blows of fright; delighted to the eyes of all in needless surprise! And then, they, schemed off to higher hills ready to take grasp of a sharp breeze, and on reach heights within an exodus!

Clinched within a tighter grip, most set for departures;

those of which were lost inside tormented quarrels, where then the victors to the last of all accounts it seemed the same, when with no doubt each had lost the bet at the foot!

Pure and virtuous their determinations were; which way beyond reality seemed to have gently withered upon graphite of grey, somewhat washed-out upon worn-down, rumpus, beached coasts.

Recited were tale of muttered fear, those in all events that traveled upon rustic granules of sands; where short were the walks of despair? This, a token-toll to the blind full of willingness to rectify that done wrong . . .

as so common done!

Thunder clobbered heavy when it struck one with three to the ground? All gazed aguishly-sly, and in total wonder searched for the culprits guilty of the blow without, and then soon realized that it came from deep within; not far from the edge of certain doom. How fortunate that it was not from afar, where perhaps unreachable,

and the way lost forever and ever?

In a stupor full of gazes, all might be fit to worry on the thought of being perturbed, knowing quite well that all the arrogance would be to the demise of the mobs fronting rights of might,

as if they all knew the quest desired,

and then the way ahead . . . really . . . wow?

Was this written on the warned-out walls, years ago? The text engraved with silver coins thrown about at the foot as if dolls to be played with? For a weaker moment as the fool-hearted man, one quicker than the others at the farce of life, rightly took the bait? As if dead, rawfish already on the round plate, ready! He, prepared to be served, that along the others who had given up long ago?

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