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
Copyright © Trey Hamner | Year Posted 2016
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