Day 2: A sighting

An angel’s foot - a sighting

Please, God, your guidance my flame, your light, hid tame, I drift, and drift, to shower you sight hid claim, yet nothing but emptiness in night, hid long, I need an angel in a foot a bright new song. How do I find thee, in remorse my soul, to fly and fly, my room old chore, and where is the mission on hands of birth, on an angel a shadow of a foot sort flirt? Oh God, I will reach, in anger seamed fame, to rid my blight, of a doorway fame tame, and not in this life, will I greet your name right, to know what your hands, to tailor a hood sorted fight? Oh God, or whoever, my maker foretold, I will destroy the word, in mercy foretold, and drift in my sight, to destroy all fight, till one hand in a footing my sight now I have caught a vision sight right.

I extend a hand in a lightning flash sight, who are you, are you real, are you welcome my life night?

A grip to find, in motions hid sight, and I will pull a welcome to a robe and hood tilt knit right, and I see with a vision, your abandonment rare, your form, in inclusion to my hand gripped in fear, ware, and held with light bent, to a touch in trend sight lent, can you show me your face, or meet my greet, in facing light tend, to meet my being, in two hands outreach to lend?

I see the other hand left, but tended right heart theft, to hold the form, yours, in worn glory, sown left, and hand on the heart, in greetings spun worn, can you show me your form in guidance tilted, sworn form, and guide my heart, away from this prison soft left, and hold me in meetings, sworn greetings slept wept?

Come oh come, my abandonment greet, what angel are you, in physicality greet, or hand on your heart, your woe, is not tilted greet, just warming to occassion in riddance greet fleet?

Come into my room, in vision crop left, I will invite thee, to my prison, in tilted lept slept, and now in my room my two hands, gripped left theft, can you show me your greetings on shoulders lept theft?