And so with cries the world begins, and angels offer up their skins,
to cover naked humankind.
As above, below. As in front, behind.
You didn’t know this? Yes, we’re clothed
in what loving spirits first betrothed
to us. Our skins a glory newly shed,
and to our raw blood sinew wed.
Is it any wonder we’re divided
from ourselves? When God decided
we would live with nerves exposed,
and only angels interposed
on our behalf. And dressed us well.
For which, of course, they went to hell.
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