at the parade
of angels held at
an undisclosed location
deep inside
a bunker far from hell
and heaven every
winged creation that had
manifested itself in dream
or imagination arrived
to testify before the court
of lords on the
state of our affairs
here on earth
and as each word
spilled from their
mouths like water
covering fields extending
to the horizons
in every known direction
the hunger that the
stories told of our
desires to understand
the plans of those
who organized the
whole event from
every point and line
that was attended to
had broken down
and drowned us in
such confusion that
there was very little
hope the secret
meeting place would
remain the same and
undetected too much longer.
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