I work hard/ To understand/

But then I don’t know much about it all/

Someone at my night job/

Was all about  this bible’s myth of Jacob/

One where he wrestles an Angel/

I’m not sure why or what

transcending,  intended

glimmer  &  glow

One   was  to get  here

(But this one at his break-of-day job)

But I got puzzled  at the wrestle/

If there are angels,  I need them

To lead me to bed,

A warm  arm/wing  around me,

Mercifully,  off to our bed.

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