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The Merangels
by Shawnte Orion
To what do virtuous seraphs aspire?
when halos hang heavy
as inadequate praise
Might the grace of the wing
be attained by the fin
With scales that are layered
like divine feathers
if hydrogen
is the difference between flying
and swimming
then hydrogen is the difference between heavens
Somewhere
beneath waves that roll like storm clouds
The Merangels rejoice with solemn silence
in the depths of heaven’s heaven
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