The Fragile State of Being

In my mind I have seen
The fragile state of being
In my hands I have held
My tears that have dwelled
In my soul I have dreamt
The emptyness that is spent
From my eyes I have cried
For the virgin that has died
From my body I have cleaned
The sins I have weaned,

But these trinkets I display
Are the remains of the day,
The clothing of delight
Is a vision of the night
And within the vision's eye
Is clothing that weaves a lie.

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