The Deposition
Slumbering downward
Our temporay light.
Interwoven like doubts in dreams are we
Faces, finished and unfinished, in the glorious fright
Of art and its truth; death and rebirth;
Of heavy flesh
And shifting winds.
The Deposition
May arise from within.
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