Dawn's Reality

Feathers falling
twirling through the air
as just one angel fair
undresses for the night
and hangs her wings
upon the door
to fall for all creation

enter now the spin
of particles that turn to waves
and heat that seeks
the density of form
as this one angel
is reborn in flesh

Oh, the highs
of base sensation
now newborn
within the incarnation
of living, breathing deity

as every cell begins
to intermesh and come alive
within this night
of dawn's reality . . .

?Michaelette?

5/8/2000
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