Scuff your feet a while, every border guard knows,
And like as not you'll see an angel conjuring itself
Out of the dust you've raised. Angels can make bodies
From anything -- air, leaves, regret, unpaid bills --
But in this part of Heaven they're partial to dust.
Other angels, especially the heavyweights with names
And attributes, think this foolish but they're
At the center of everything and don't care that Heaven,
Is illimitable and has no border so the guards
And angels charged with guarding it
Must amuse themselves as best they can.
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