What is it?
Is it worn like a necklace or written down in binders?
Is it locked in a safe place?
What have we at all that is secure but immaterial things?
Layer upon layer
Cloak upon cloak
All costume and display, only to hide the vulnerable
And to clothe the naked
Yet some folks stake all their security
On the relative size of their closets,
And have little faith even in the flesh and blood
And even that
Is a robe that will be folded and put away.
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