from a pocketful of nevers
laden with revisions
to transform a sin to legend.
Memory was blurred
for the sake of new religion.
Edges of the facts
were chipped through use like flint.
A fool became a martyr
in worse cases
a jester
to consummate a marriage
of callouses and hope.
Somewhere walks a goddess
who doesn't know her power.
He made her out of always
since eternity can't fade.
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