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 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
could remain the same and
undetected too much longer.
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