Unity as a Direct Route?

they do exist

Angels dance in thrift shop 
2nd hand dresses,
With shawls draped over their breasts,
Proclaiming unity as a direct route!
 
Lending themselves
As an offering
Of peace,
Underneath a sheet
Which once had been hung,
Beneath horrendous
Fluorescent lighting.
 
Where they sit
Holding hands,
Singing “OM”,
Speaking in tongue,
Sipping coffee,
Smokin' tea,
Wafting in incense.
 
They lay beside me
And I accept them
For who they are.
 
Though they will
Only wear me thin,
If they fall for me,
Or if I fall for them.