Disguised

A contradiction  felt outside
The  sun, the wind, a barbed wire  blade
It marks my   flesh ; I run to hide

We ignore context and a guide
We live on earth not in a   glade
A contradiction ,stealth as crime

The background alters all we find
The picture frame, the pins. the shades
This marks my  heart;I long to hide

All bear suffering in the mind
So our being alters shape
Adds  paradox  to  paradigm

New creation,crucified
From the Cross  the man is draped
Our hearts bleed  or do I lie?

All unmeasured by a tape
Can we find the will to make
From contradiction   our own guide
Life marks  the flesh, love haunts disguised

 

 

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