Stripped before a beautiful stranger
Young enough to be my soul
So this is what you've been up to
All these many lives she smiles
As she probes with artifice and skill
My every orifice and cranny
To find how far some darkness
Has gotten into me how much
Reserves are left to go on fighting
She smiles but she is not amused
As I resume what modesty I've saved
Getting dressed and slipping back
Into this my one and only body
Diagnosis mortal with immortal parts
Still doomed for resurrection
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