Am I exchangeable?

Prisoners of your greed
desire for some shameless relief.
Angelic exaltation is wandering
through the streets.
The judgement too fragile
for the burned out sleep
of the neglected herd.
Behind the sharp walls of the tower
her soul was captured
just for a little spin in the diamond dust.
It is shifting towards
the temple of the roses now,
their rainbow memory
is bound to be aware
of the mystic garden,
the immanent heart.
(window seat for the child
  in little steps)