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Angel’s Hair

by Dawnell Harrison

I cut myself
On angel’s hair
And God’s torn breath.

My home is only
For the brave.
Dreams and bones

Seep through
The pores of my walls
Like rain breaking away

From a sullen cloud.
The dreamers have all
Slipped into a time warp

In the fabric
Of the expansive universe
And are searching

For lost moments,
Lost days when the honey
Was spread thickly
Upon memories remembered.

Copyright © 2011 by Dawnell Harrison

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