Angel Land is not a place.
Angel Land is found.
Be a woman, then it’s pronounced.
The love of women.
Holding them. All of them.
All forms. All shapes. All bodies.
All colors.
And to be held by them.
From behind.
Chest to chest.
On our sides.
Quietly, judgment is held
when talking,
no judgment.
Just sunshine coming in
from the window
onto the softest of skin
in the morning
and warming.
Angel Land is in life,
in these hours,
on this Earth.
Angel Land turns the eras.
Calls all angels.
We are gathered.
God is coming.
We come.
We replace God,
the fatherly god.
We give God to everyone
who sees us,
hears us,
hates us,
embraces us.
Angel Land is the era.
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