And now the angels come home
And now home might be something real
And now—if something real—home is something I could touch
And now touch is not an undoing
And now an undoing is not something to fear
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eating the moon
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AFTER THE APOCALYPSE (YOU)
And now the angels come home
And now home might be something real
And now—if something real—home is something I could touch
And now touch is not an undoing
And now an undoing is not something to fear