Angel in the details

by George Quasha

Take me out to sea in what I see.
There’s no turning away but meets itself turning on a bridge.
When it’s got you by the eyes the angel scries until she cries.

Magic and threat have the same entry valence as a child knows.
Anywhichwhere says it all at a crossroads.
The temptation is to end in glory.

Meanings come and go on the horizontal plane in no time.
With mixed emotions the where of getting magic has no rules but what you make.

I keep trying to remember to cultivate the habit of breaking habits.
Thinking out to sea is shored up mixed thoughts alight in the crossing.
The details are lettered.

Middle language is spoken in middle earth or so the story knows.