Day 10: Michael - a fragrance

Michael - a fragrant haze

A loft, a fragrant haze, my stairs, a maze, yet struggle, downward, praise? Two visions taken mid-flight find, my appearance downward, and two visions mine. The hands the points, the struggle bind, yet two left inward, can you find? Do not struggle the stairway gleaned, I have several steps around the vision seamed? Can you not see the question soft? That a struggle an angel head-soft loft, and difficult breeze, the stolen ease, how easy, two arms caring flees? Lift the crane, an old mare wrists, a turn away quick, the fragrant hiss, yet pattern’s stained the nose stair fleet, what smelly task, a pattern greet.

Now my eyes clear, across the stain, the grain, the ware, can you see fame? The two points, one, and two more - is it fun? That four points tailored an angel spun, the tearing ease, the catering knees, and floor the find, to always care, the eye, the stain, the blackflare grain?

Do you see the eyes hid loft, the station, Samael, the tone hid soft, that eyes of patterns burdened blind, the hazy consumation, deaf ears rewind. And burdened loft, my ears in praize, a mask to common beating tase?

Now the ears, point find, coupled snakes, inward signed. That burned on the left with ease, the cement, the haze, the tilt with … can you stain three words fame? The passage breached, yet tilted, words to a grain? And find the missing words to flee, the knee or is it a coward be, or two knees frowning, a pattern theft, the lobsided eye, in backdrift left?

Smell the air, in patterns loft, kindness is, not lessons soft, yet a tilt to find, the ugliness rich, the smell a loom, to two moons I will hit, and downreach fame, the eyes lit night, reverse all angels, to hesistant sexes fight, the eyes the loom to hidden sight, yet tears, what deaf ears, sight eyes kite?

No hidden wells appear with wear, the eyes the tilt, the suspicion care, yet backdrift find, the vision feat, the smell, of a witch is golden greet, and soil all men, to a tag a wrist, the decadent soiling, to cement a twist.