This is the terrible-beautiful time
We need to feel most alive
The friendship of our angels
Their sturdiness and calm good sense
Especially if we don't believe in them
Going about their thankless tasks
As we toss and turn in agony
We need to lean into their love
For us those who suffer with us
Their ocean of understanding
About what it's all possibly for
Their long clear explanations
For our intractable natures
And for our goodness also
Which they nurse along
In the infancy of gods
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