angel

First, Duino Elegies, Rilke.

in the crook of my arm lies my security if i strecth my imaginings beyond that of the axis of my shoulder i will strain myself in the crook of my arm lies my security if i strecth my imaginings beyond that of the axis of my shoulder i will strain myself in the crook of my arm lies my security if i strecth my imaginings beyond that of the axis of my shoulder i will strain myself in the crook of my arm lies my security if i strecth my imaginings beyond that of the axis of my shoulder i will strain myself in the crook of my arm lies my security if i strecth my imaginings beyond that of the axis of my shoulder i will strain myself in the crook of my arm lies my security if i strecth my imaginings beyond that of the axis of my shoulder i will strain myself in the crook of my arm lies my security if i strecth my imaginings beyond that of the axis of my shoulder i will strain myself in the crook of my arm lies my security if i strecth my imaginings beyond that of the axis of my shoulder i will strain myself in the crook of my arm lies my security if i strecth my imaginings beyond that of the axis of my shoulder i will strain myself in the crook of my arm lies my security if i strecth my imaginings beyond that of the axis of my shoulder i will strain myself in the crook of my arm lies my security if i strecth my imaginings beyond that of the axis of my shoulder i will strain myself in the crook of my arm lies my security if i strecth my imaginings beyond that of the axis of my shoulder i will strain myself in the crook of my arm lies my security if i strecth my imaginings beyond that of the axis of my shoulder i will strain myself in the crook of my arm lies my security if i strecth my imaginings beyond that of the axis of my shoulder i will strain myself in the crook of my arm lies my security if i strecth my imaginings beyond that of the axis of my shoulder i will strain myself in the crook of my arm lies my security if i strecth my imaginings beyond that of the axis of my shoulder i will strain myself in the crook of my arm lies my security if i strecth my imaginings beyond that of the axis of my shoulder i will strain myself in the crook of my arm lies my security if i strecth my imaginings beyond that of the axis of my shoulder i will strain myself in the crook of my arm lies my security if i strecth my imaginings beyond that of the axis of my shoulder i will strain myself in the crook of my arm lies my security if i strecth my imaginings beyond that of the axis of my shoulder i will strain myself in the crook of my arm lies my security if i strecth my imaginings beyond that of the axis of my shoulder i will strain myself in the crook of my arm lies my security if i strecth my imaginings beyond that of the axis of my shoulder i will strain myself in the crook

Who, if I shouted among the hierarchy of angels would hear me?

And supposing one of them took me suddenly to his heart,

I would persih before his stronger existence.

For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror we can just barely endure,

and we admire it so because it calmly disdains to destroy us.

Every angel is terrible.