angle of Depression

 

I; am in the angle of 

 

Depression.

 

Full-stops follow me. but there are none in the equation      no equation

An angle; two angles, the angle; my angle your angle the angle of angels

The angle of my phone screen on the angle of depression

But I will imagine a crowd on the edge, their faces angled towards me;

Theirs' the angle of elevation, mine the angle of an angle towards the angle of another angle of depression

The night i snuck out, the elevator a 90 degree angel of angles, i saw

The reaper in the cobwebbed windows, she said: 

The angels will come down, if I looked into the angle;

But I failed the mathematics exam, took a picture with my smartphone, angled as close to ‘back’ as i did, the grimy button

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Sent the reaper my angle, she nodded yes.

 

But I was scared so scared real scared and I saw the angle and I stood over it, watched, wept my tears into the triangle, filled it up whole. The cowardly devil said to go, but the angle of depression kept me trapped, and the angel told me to see, see

The reaper pointed my head to the sky;

Lifted;

 

An angle of elevation, 

As I jumped the angle of depression,

And the angle 

 

Of home, 

90 degrees that brought me back to heaven.