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what is truth
pilate asked.
he was forced to ask somehow.
Judas hung himself.
Where would life exist
if not for the room
divergence gives it,
if not for the opposite
rims, the gaping
yawn of god
that is the universe.
How boring if there were not other.
How does morality account for this?
Hamlet asked the question.
Confined to flesh in a play
transcending it,
bigger than its concrete concerns
more noble than a suffering
caused strictly within plot developments.
Hamlet was looking for an excuse.
And how many souls weren't.
How many souls were innocent
because they were never forced
to ask that question?
Stillborn angels.
How many lifetimes was Pilate
a farmer, a steelworker, even Jesus,
or part of the beckoning crowd
he stood before with him.
The very same audience
with the same question
that Hamlet,
infinitely more moral
i suppose,
of the two,
would in turn, rebuke,
send home jilted,
before,
like Pilate,
returning to a rosy, fleshy
tomb.
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