inside this frame --
one all dressed up,
wildness contained
in a net of words,
enticing with bright jewelry;
the other, darker
feelings masked and looming,
supporting and constricting;
truth stares out
while artifice looks away
and trembles...
Faith hovers
-- or perhaps a semblance
of what might have been
had we not carved this cross
and hung it out to dry.
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