Becoming a fallen angel

A Poem by Swirl

Masks are folded
Membranes were collide
Particles busts
Laurel cornered

Arteries cramp
The veins were entranced
Immunodeficiency killing me
The rough time growing old me

Despite the circumstances
I fell in love with life

Despite doubts
It was worthy of love

Although unable to escape
I released the limbo, the mantel , a note

Despite suffering
I will come back as a nebula
as liria
as fog

I will be reborn as wine aged
I'll be the inspiration for your paintings
A surrealism succumbed
Tremble for the pulse
By setting aside the destination
By becoming a fallen angel ...