My heart will perceive stealthy footsteps at the head of the bed.
I hear the rumbling of angel blood in my ears.
Face in my plams - it's so hot in the Glory of God -
I hear the quivering of flight feathers behind my shoulder.
Bitter drops of blood from fresh scratches in captivity.
A sunset angel, bronze-armoured, is going to war.
Make speed, Charioteer, for centuries stars have been unable to sleep
Your green-winged passenger, he is almost human.
I am a part-timer, i am a PhD of celestial sciences.
Hurry to the gas station, the bowstring of the rainbow is already drawn.
Shoot at the glass, at the shattered feathers, while swallowing laughter,
Rasping in the lungs, faith is bubbling and rushing up, up, up, up, up.