Angels, open my eyes to your norm.
Watch me pirouette with joy as
mischievously, I crush away negativity
with bright, sparkling charm.
Allow me to clear my clouded mind,
intentions wrought,
systemic intent there to find,
underscored,
rightfully learning,
warmth, embraces,
until the waking morning.
I pass aside complaints,
they no longer serve me,
convoluted,
they are unnecessary,
they shan’t fuel like a disease for me,
for then,
I can say that I have danced,
an angel in my arms,
decisively, decidedly so,
the beings assist me to cast goodness
up, away
like flung seeds
which will magically morph
into hidden food sources underneath,
quietly homegrown.
In the darkness, they will flourish,
they were cautiously then confidently thrown,
reaping the beneficial nature
of stardust angels have imparted,
beautiful,
I know,
of their blessings,
their benefits,
beseech the angels I do,
I will entreat myself to the
celestial beings
before me,
softly speaking,
they’ve addressed my need
intuitively,
divine nature so pure,
comfort swims before my eyes,
a rich splash of electrifying blue.
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