Like dust, we are

We spin from home

Wherever we are thrown

And stream like angels to the dust

These angels who sin

And love though

We hate the world

And it us

This world which hurls us

Into the abyss, oblivion

No hole for us

No landing at last

But a golden emptiness

Like freedom made alive

Like sun in the wind

We rush through

We are not lost, but alone

Dark, tainted angels

Faces obscured by light

And its absence

Like dust we are

Untouchable, Delilah

Above and below

And so far away