There are messages

We are all Angels, our own Angels

even You even your Spirit even your Body even your Cock or Your Cunt

We are All our own Angels

We Are Holy

What do You do with your Holiness?

All is sacred and You are and I am too

Your Body is, is Your Mind?

We are All our own Angels

You don't have to listen to anything

You don't have to think about anything for more than a few seconds, if You don't want to

Can You think for five minutes without soiling?

I can You can

I can do that I want it I want to believe

I want to touch

I want to touch Angels wings

Are you there?

Space is flooded with messages and ultrasounds for those who can hear

Some listen some don't but it's there

Rest upon it is there and everywhere

Your Angels wings can hit and embrace

My heart is crocheted of golden string sometimes I soil it

But then I hear a message again

We can meet as Angels of this World lets be holy lets embrace

My Wings my Body my Cunt my crocheted Heart and my Hands

To look into the Eyes of Others

To receive messages or ultrasounds from Space from Everywhere

We are like Bats swirling around amongst our houses they tell things Their stories

She wants to look after me and her hand is Open

I've got a heart and I want to give it away

There is love and the messages keeps being heard at least of some

My wings. Your wings. Our wings.

The whole world is inhabited by Angels and it's Us.

It is like Poetry if you want to

I've got my Hand I want to keep it open

I've got the Heart I want to give it away

I want to hold a Heart in my embrace

And the Ultrasounds are there

There are messages in space for those who listen.

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