So Angels Do Sing

a shapeless day

of angels gravely made 

evades his looming mood

belated seasons 

dreamlessness

in splinters of minutes

this may mean something in time 

not in this impossibility of angels

humming tunes between 

their sun and moon between

full hearts and hearts drained

a choir of stars bright and dull

let the angels sing 

let the piercing shrill

shatter the spheres

chase the stars

take the beating hearts

from the heaving breast

of a dying

sky

jppestana december 21, 2016