Stalking Angels

All day long I have lain in bramble bushes
 in wait silently like a snake waiting to strike
 if I can catch an angel walking through this hidden
 garden run after her and grab hold her ankles as she lifts
 me into the heavens before I lose my grip and fall back into hell
 it would be worth eternity in pain for one glimpse of that light from  which
 we came, like salmon jumping back up stream like geese in spring  flying home,
 I long to drink from that spring where life began so pure and crystalline
 I long for the dream time and trance, the Sama of our fathers
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