One angel holds my feet
while the other two each
a hand and touch my head.
This closes a circuit, frees
a seizure of light, locking
this box, stretched hexagon.
Inside, nothing can be done
— great good or evil— without
first being mercilessly stupid.
One angel holds my feet
while the other two each
a hand and touch my head.
This closes a circuit, frees
a seizure of light, locking
this box, stretched hexagon.
Inside, nothing can be done
— great good or evil— without
first being mercilessly stupid.
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