Misspelled angels, down they fall
Spiraling twisted in glories asprawl
Look ‘eavenward, observe spattered heav’nly sines;
To the East and the West, coast cries to sparkling cos.
Translucent phosphorescent angelical host,
Perpetually sun-tinted, yet un-marr’d by dark tan.
Fallen angels, down they fall
Comet-like, meteorite, alien projectiles blazing myriad trails
Ripped from the skies by gravity infinite.
Accelerate past the speed of thought,
Displaced by the glory that once they all sought.
How then can humanity
describe in such futility fragility –
The concept of physics that attempt to paint such majestic imagery?
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