Arduous Angel - Pears

Eternal here

A tin can to my ear

The vitriol shakes down the string

Sounds off and disappears over my head

Dragging my feet at night

Topography egg shell white

Static glib delight

Arduous angel

Gathered here to mourn

The calm before the storm

The weather vane installed in a frenzy

Spinning and fell forlorn

In Batman and scrambled porn

I was forged not born

The arduous angel

Time will tilt me out

The heavenly shade of doubt

Into a deadlocked stare

With something that isn’t there

The arduous angel