Angels

High in the architecture

Something’s moving

Unrecognisable spirit

Dislocated

It's the wrong climate

No humidity

Humming humidity

Its fate belongs to another time

Another place

Projections on fallen masonry

Ghosts of a once pagan place

Standing empty

I stand empty

Dead echoes don’t come back

His stopped cut out

Fuck you

Nothing ever happens

Unbelieving no one’s receiving

A vessel filled

Held and spilled

Nothing

A trace from another time

Another place

It’s simple

You don’t exist

You can’t possess me

You lose on a technicality

High in the architecture

Something’s moving

Nothing