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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