What Is Truth?

"what is your name?"
I finally asked
on that cold
and hopeless morning,
as we stood,
naked on the hilltop, knowing
we were irredeemable.

"Hyperion"
"And I am Phoebus"

We cast off those vibrant
lies, I baptised him
Cain, he branded
me Cassius, and we went
our separate ways.

I suckled on the fat
of life thenceforth, and looked
not once back with
regret. There was no shame
or peculiarity in death,
yet I instructed
the undertaker to carve
"Scorn us or envy us,
it matters not to we
who bathed
in milk, but gave up
the sun"