A band of seraphs circling
The square
Box of ceiling
Chain their arabesque
To an unreasonable
Expectation of flight
Spun within
This arch room
Of chambers
Their net affect
Comes winged
Down
The supporting
Refrain
From their spherical
Song
Echoes in vaulting
Unaware
Cull me an angel
To model for
My descent
And I'll do
My best
To believe
In it.
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013
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