beneath the skin, the tributary art. Beneath the teeth,
the skull. Inside the sap of resin, regal breath is
captured, stilled; arterial traffic slows,
your skull, weary, rests on its pillow. Daydream seeks
the gritty bite. Head's ache reveals bird crane flight
into the river's heart. Ancient bark, tree art,
skin too thick for feeling, or too thin when peeled
like onion, the memories, a triple layer cake, meringue
of prayer, whipped art. A handsome lightning strike
reveals what faith carves with God's root balls,
and then, sculptures pressed together complete
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