The faith you dedicate
in faces you can't see,
and skins you can't touch,
and breaths you can't hear
If only you did
in the tangible truths
etched in stone,
calligraphed in paper
You'd know it was your mercy you were at, all along.
but then you'd have to stand in the mirror,
your face against your face,
no shadows to hide behind,
no lies to weave your lullabies into.
Divinity is ointment
for truth-blisters on lying tongues.
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