Her Eyes Look For Angels
© Surazeus
2025 07 27

Sally asks the oak if angels exist
but rain just splashes on the asphalt road.
That question is irrelevant to me,
the smiling toad on the mushroom exclaims.
Ten thousand doors open and release wrens
who gossip on flashing telephone lines.

Sally walks the road of telephone poles
that sing with voices of electric ghosts.
She glides through glass doors of the grocery store
to buy plums and chicken thighs with sad poems.
Ferociously tenacious oak of faith
grows maimed, stark, and misshapen from her heart.

Sally strides across the gray vestibule
to catch rays of light falling in her hands.
Her heart voids the stillness of wordless will
though she falters on the long road of grace.
Her eyes look for angels as flash of light
in windows that disguise the human face.

Sally brings bananas and bread in sacks
to the library where blind angels sing.
The Old Storyteller in tattered suit
walks among light-angels with Wand of Hermes.
Books transform into ravens with white wings
that swirl into hurricane of lost myth.

Sally finds the fallen angel in grass,
so she bears his broken body with care.
Placing him on rim of the fountain pool,
she paints his feathers with faces of children.
Children killed in wars emerge from his eyes
and dance around the library with tears.

Sally finds huge pile of books in the field
consumed by everlasting flames of fear.
Her tears of distress erupt as rainstorm
that douses flames of ideology.
Characters of books emerge from burnt pages
and crawl in agony across our graves.

Sally opens the locked cathedral door
and pours cup of juice for Jesus to drink.
Strolling together on the avenue,
they gossip about weird people they see.
She invents secret names for every soul
so they can beam back to the stars on wings.

Sally has been our invisible angel
for millions of years on this spinning Earth.
She chooses to become a mortal woman
so she can experience sensory pleasure.
Soaring to Heaven on wings of desire,
Sally dies when she is hit by a car.

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Orpheus joins angels Damiel and Cassiel as they walk around Berlin, then he falls in love with Sally and decides to become human with her so they can enjoy the pleasure of love.

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