The man in the shroud appeared at my door Impersonating Three-in-One persons With his Two-D visage. He said if I ironed him, a reversed negative image would appear On the other side of him.
But I wanted to know, Where are the wine stains from the Last Supper? He replied that he'd changed clothing Many times since that day. The flora was exquisitely exact, he said- Even the Calcium Carbonate signature of the cave was there.
I asked if it weren't all just a fake And he asked me if we had the science yet to make even one? And then he raised his arm And called down one giga-bolt of the Infinite universal X-ray With which he burned himself into my memory forever.