Across the neon desert sky lost in accordance to their will bound by an echoing silence that fills an ancient hall. Angels unattended falling as comets lightning to the ground let me caress their fragile bodies to heal their broken crown. Lying in their dire wait pales in comparison to the anti-establishment How do you catch a falling angel? with a net of whooping cranes dancing across a neon desert sky. Copyright 2001 Overtoke Publishing |