if
an angel exists
even one angel
let me be
a failure
in his sight
prostrate
upon the dirty floor
of my room
trapped in
the great song
of his wings
let him
lift me
upon exalted arms
lift me shamed
into a new life
beyond
the grey streets
the holes in my nights
the things i see
when i close my eyes
to sleep
and do not sleep
Dark Matter 
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