the garden of cleansing knowledge

Catharsis and Epiphany 
were walking close, as sisters 
do. Catharsis duded up in studs 
and latex, looked askance, askew 
at dear Epiphany's sheer robe 
afloat in wake, diaphanous.
Revealing everything so shy, 
like breaking light through
cumulus and leaving just 
imagination to itself, with 
all shone real. Catharsis 
laughed. Epiph looked
up, a smile of "What?"
"Oh I dunno, sis. What's
your deal."