Like Rosemary and Thyme

The gaze is blotted in places red

To peer through hollow doorways

Knowing souls, and those with thin standing

With their heart and with their world

To receive split mirages of words 

Double lives behind double eyes

Do not know when their mouth moves

In tandem with sour beings

To speak of the devil with divine lies

To speak of the heavens with half-truths

It is all-knowing and none at all

The infantile marriage tastes

Like rosemary and thyme 

But hemorrhages visions of clarity

To those that consume it

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