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Angels topple from the heads of pins,
who knew there’d be so many?

I fail to feel triumphant
amid such sad hurrah.

Their anguished song as one rues the lesser vantage;
while I’d rather reign than occupy, pray than hope, I choose instead
to fly away and alight atop an ancient arch, not very far from the fall.

© Chagall 2014