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108252SUB-ANGEL
awake in her lightspeed blue-shift.
angel blue
where her feet landed: a pool of starshine.
and the sense of her is residual, as tangible as the
latticework fabric of spacetime
these unmelted subatoms
these wayward blue ice electrons
three times the effortless, three times the circular
a whisp of pale ghost, she is
the make-up of so many worlds; she is
the electric
hum
(the lights turn off and she dances
angel green
and the trees reach to the sub-urban sky; she smiles
far from the open, there is rest. this glade of surreal -
this surreal of other than yesterday / tomorrow
a kiss is like the warm sun light the warm sun lights the
forest floor, kissesmore,. she is the ethereal green
and the slowly the sun goes down to sleep
angel red
her moltencore planetfall is a summer\'s dream,like
thunder and nearby warm warm warm
unheard of, often enough, she reaches like a fire into the
undepths. blazinghot., she is not unlike the sun,
the broad daylight, the movement of dry /