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WebGL Fog Stone Angels Angels go - we Merely stray, image of A wandering deity, searching for Wells or for work. They scale Rungs of air, ascending And descending - we are a little Lower. The grass covers us But statues, here, they stand, simple as Horizon. Statements Yes - but what they stand for Is long fallen Angels of memory: they point To the death of time, not Themselves timeless, and without Recall. Their Strength is to stand Still, afterglow Of an old religion One can imagine them Sentient - that is to say, we may Attribute to stone-hardness, one after the Other, our own five senses, until it spring To life and Breathe and sneeze and step Down among us But in fact, they are The opposite of perception: we Bury our gaze in them. For all my Sympathy, I Suppose they see Nothing at all, eyeless to indicate Our calamity, breathless and graceful Above the ruins they inspire I could close my eyes now and Evade, maybe, the blind Fear tha...