Beautiful Malady

I walked into a room full of sinners and saints and saw a dozen representations of me Some were shackled by the same temporal constraints from which the rest were utterly free Together, they constituted one greater whole that encompassed the essence of man Like letters on the papyrus of an unfurled scroll Like feathers on a falcon's wingspan What is a sinner but a saint in repose? What is a saint but a sinner renewed? What a beautiful malady the two compose The crucible of their melody is the amplitude