angles

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Some angels have rectangular halos.
They’re called angles.
They see in lines and ninety degree turns.
They’re all about the hard lefts
They love a good tangent.
Being perpendicular and standing up straight
They’re total squares.
They fly in zig zags
Impossibly turning in a right angle
While the other angels loop in a lazy curve
These angled angels scare the rest of heaven a little
With their logic
They’re easy to confuse
But they’re like a razor when they’re right
The edgiest of the seraphim
They never cut corners
They are the logical arm of heaven
Their wings are sharp
Cutting through the wind quietly
Stealthily shark finning the clouds
The world should be a grid, they think
Corners make stability, they think
Circles roll away
Squares stay where they are
Angles are dependable
Curves are fragile
Their arguments are solid
But a little chaos and they’re lost
They work great within
The greater fabric of heaven
But it would become hell
If they tried to run it




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