You see the angels have come to sit on the delay
for a while,
they have come to harrow the fixities, the sharp edges
of this open
sepulcher,
they have brought their swiftnesses like musics
down
to fit them on the listening.
Their robes, their white openmindedness gliding into the corners,
slipping this way then that
over the degrees, over the marble
flutings.
-- Jorie Graham : Noli Me Tangere
