like anointing myrrh

who would die
for a languishing lie?
would end buried
for an empty gasp,
word without breath?
save yet that we see
there’s a horizon
we will cross regardless

so maybe,
maybe for a beautiful lie
one might die
cloaked in scented deception
like anointing myrrh
one might sail the darker sea
clothed in false but fair company

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