Make
The crucifixion
Seem
Like an obsolete
Stream of obscene
Stupidity.
It all becomes hazy
On this pillow;
Surrounded by candles
And
The harmonization
That
Is a
Fleeting
Intricacy
Floating delicately
Across the palms of my open hands;
Takes the place
Of everything you ever had to give
Me.
My ears sip the sleek night;
I see the stars
Inside
A near-stranger's
Eyes.
And the mystery of it all
Reminds me that I am
Real.
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