.
Before they ripen into diffused spirits
angels are leaf-stalks
and their wings begonia leaves
with dark surfaces
and red glitterings within.
Slowly, very slowly, they emerge out of the flower-pot
of the body,
take on the face of Bill or Bob,
pierce through the cool bower
of the world and ascend like the promise
of a harmonious end;
on their lips shine
the last bubbles of our breathing,
those droplets
of our unrelieved loneliness.
.
~ Katerina Anghelaki-Rooke
this is the freedom of the universe
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.You feel you are hedged in; you dream of escape; but beware of mirages. Do
not run or fly away in order to get free: rather dig in the narrow place
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