Splash of angel light,

her face pushed forward,

body leaning, close,

breathing deep magnetic


in through open nostrils.

The angled spirit congealed, bloody

on her pillow,

one arm raised flame

against obsidian illusion

glass labyrinth working

Through stretch and fold

distortion spread, reflected


pile one on the other until

seeming solid prison, Life.

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