Who is the reflective man-
stepping short - out of painted
glass
trying to hold a hammer to a mirror
you can't shape;
it only brings the crash-
of seven heavenly sins
cascading down, into
your living room;
dueling out biblical Wars.
'IN THE LEFT CORNER, WEARING LIGHT..
SON OF OUR LORD GOD... JESUS CHRIST! '
the sound of a thousand birds
taking flight.
AND IN THE RIGHT CORNER, WEARING DOUBT..
SON OF NO MAN... SIRHC NOSIRROM.
7 drink minimum,
for your evening
pleasure.
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