the only all

how many skies are there, after all

is there another mind

that is truly known

beyond your own?

there's no meeting more than one set of eyes in the mirror

one flame to one wick

group dynamic rejected

by dint of reality's foundation

one heart per body

it's not me and you

but myself and my shadow united

substantive entirety

from the right hand of the father

medieval splendor spans the sanctum's wall

under layers of plaster

in the memories if the Standing Numerous

beyond long graves gone:

merciful eyes

look down

upon the unsightly writhers

only until the last of a million chances

to not kill the unicorn is rejected

for the final passion plays out

as Easter everywhere

uninterrupted by anyone

every year on stages

as the story of crucifixion perpetrated

to a multitude of inactive witnesses

who never wagered on resurrection that day

and still to this one now

still disbelieve eternity