Quiet, dear soul

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Quiet,
dear soul,

spiraling

through a palace

of angels --
their thundering,
bidding heartbeats,
their lightning glances
and their blinding,
stair-stepping
feathery flames.

Come out

to the empty field
in the cool morning
and listen
to nothing,
no voice,
no song,
no sound

and almost no
wind

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