Fallen people are the common ground, Relentless pursuits of no avail, Desperate illusions of a promised land, Flaying limbs no hands that join, No hope no help no heaven; Falling people screaming without a sound.
Long ago, when earth was clean and silver bright an angel fell, compelled by vast eternal might beyond all time through endless night so brightly starred his wings aflame his halo charred remembering beauty through his tears to see him through in later years