Born-Crawling
Memory like a steel trap,
like jolting with a camera flash.
I see real life angels, I am
feeling the fluttering and then
He says “Listen to sound of
their wings slapping”
I think birds, I think angels,
I think demons, father, daughter.
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I THINK BIRDS, I THINK ANGELS!
Perfect. Beautiful. Ending is perfectly sequenced.