Little Devils

Control slips.
The little devils are aware.
They enter in your eyes and dare
to bring the kingdom down.
Morning comes.
Face frozen in a frown.
For all that you had never come to be.
Suffering the message born on high.
No hint of recognition in your eyes.
Just one more sigh.
You try again.
The devils win.
The angels fly into the starry sky...

? Michaelette ?

12/20/2004
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