The angel's some loadbearing pillar of reality
Holding space apart
Bridging time together
You're smart enough to know
We'll always live within the mystery
Our data getting lost
In matter that is rotting
Matter stuck with spikes
Spilling spit from angels.

The angel drives the spike
Singing songs of matter.
Seraph voices searching
"You might not notice"
"Go let God use you
-because you want to."
The vessel sings the spikes
A speaker cable carrying
Some faithful call of reality
Who knows not what it says
But calls out all the same.