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Proper Abecedarian 2: Possibility
Оглавление. . .& while everything else was rapt watching angels
bother the air with their wings—those
caked-on-lights’ glory/fire/stormwind: signifiers of not-
demon, surely-Other, surely-newsbringing, fear-
exacerbating (as if we didn’t tremble enough),
faint-faced, trumpet-voiced. While all that’s
ground-(maybe even water)-view, what shape messengers
halve the distance between birds (bats? bugs?) and heaven? What blasts “ANGEL!”
instead of WINGS? What intermediary
justification of bird’s being
kindles the awe of unwinged creatures
loosened from birth from the un-numinous surface?
My havoc, my hectic, my hamshackled harking: I’m
nailing questions on the innocent blue,
operating my own weighted machinery,
poring over the hagiographies, hoping for
quaver up the back of the neck; for
reentry of revelation or reverence to order:
“Susurrate the air, make liver, lungs, gut, heart
tremble recognizably.
Until tremble, until susurration, until quaver—some
version of supplication: think light into someone else’s hands.”
Why should the beasts of the air have need of angels? Their
xanthic eyes already see everything as they
zig-zag the air like feathers falling, like leaves, like messages falling.