The angel that lives so well is brother to the king of hell.
And like the shore of ravaged sea is beaten,
caressed, endlessly.
.
Poisoned feathers of stainless-steel
create the illusion if not the feel
of paradise that always seems
just one more stop
beyond your dreams.
—T.F. Rodinsky
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