Three Days



Two minds, one
soul stuck

in a husk & entombed
with its own

filth in which to
float.  Exposed

to the elements, this
shriveled skin.  Here

comes the new friend
to wash us:

she'll feign interest in our
bedazzled crown

as she cleanses our weeping
wounds, leave us

at the dawning of the third
day's request to transverse

the right holy
angle.  From the clouds

in dreams, with the gift
of glyphs

to festoon the plinth:
"HERE LIES ONE WHO NEVER TOLD THE TRUTH."

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