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Whereto Are the Angels Crawling
Whereto are the angels crawling?
Wherefore between us do they roam?
Is it that though the stars are calling
Heaven is no longer safe to call home?
Welcome cherub to rejected Earth
Where the branches take the form
Of so posthumous a birth
In the holiness of wretched storm.
Ah how those leaves seem to weep
For each savior in the madhouse,
Their wisdom lulled to sleep,
Heard only by the boughs.
They begged, they begged so long
For he who will guide the key
To where the mind may do no wrong
And the blind may learn to see.
Weep with me—we may suffocate;
Hope to grasp my needed tears.
Meet me at the blades of the gate
Where destiny shews me my old fears,
For I have wakened in the night,
Fearing it is my key to bear
That I may give the angels their flight
That I am not more than a prayer.
Wherefore between us do they roam?
Is it that though the stars are calling
Heaven is no longer safe to call home?
Welcome cherub to rejected Earth
Where the branches take the form
Of so posthumous a birth
In the holiness of wretched storm.
Ah how those leaves seem to weep
For each savior in the madhouse,
Their wisdom lulled to sleep,
Heard only by the boughs.
They begged, they begged so long
For he who will guide the key
To where the mind may do no wrong
And the blind may learn to see.
Weep with me—we may suffocate;
Hope to grasp my needed tears.
Meet me at the blades of the gate
Where destiny shews me my old fears,
For I have wakened in the night,
Fearing it is my key to bear
That I may give the angels their flight
That I am not more than a prayer.
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